I find it continually surprising with many clever writers, commentators and politicians of a liberal leaning that a simple fact and truth doesn't appear to be obvious to them.
Over and over again in this depressing book, the author criticises those who oppose illegal small boat crossings. She implies those who oppose it as being unfriendly, inhumane and essentially anti Christian, being the exact opposite of loving thy neighbour.
Alongside this, comes chapter after chapter, including most of a miserable epilogue, of the massive problems facing many of England's coastal towns she encountered travelling around and selecting mainly once thriving resorts which she argues, have become ghettoes of drug users, with generations of jobless benefit claimants, homeless, failed and ailing businesses, boarded up cafes, hotels and b and b's, dumping grounds for councils to send the people they can't or won't house inland.
Yet, the simple fact and truth that allowing more people, many illegally, to settle here, doesn't appear to register in her brain as adding to the problem. It's a shame as it detracts from an otherwise excellent synopsis of the scandalous mismanagement governments, councils and us the people have allowed to happen to our once coastal gems.
Hardly a day goes by without me, a coastal resident, witnessing on Facebook, Nextdoor or one of the other social media platforms that have given voice to the once silent majority, people complaining about not being able to get GP appointments or unable to get on a waiting list to be seen by an NHS dentist. They're followed by another bunch of comments from people who say it's because of the influx of new people either moving in to the many new housing developments or poor, homeless families being moved to unsuitable houses of multiple occupation, which the author observes, often used to be classy Victorian hotels.
Then, the comfortable classes and liberal commentators are aghast at people who question why we're allowing so many more people to come to our shores, aghast at the rise of a politician and party that has the temerity to try to tackle it. It's not rocket science - if you've massive social problems already, surely you need to sort them out before you make it worse by adding to it and making it bigger? Isn't that the simple truth and fact?
Such a simple thought is beyond this author who revels in her well researched facts to show that the millions of factory workers who used to have their week or fortnight in Blackpool, Morecambe or Skegness have long gone and left those resorts as ghost towns, reliant on day trippers who don't spend a fraction of the money the resorts once received. She paints an interesting picture of the surviving and successful Butlin's holiday camps at Minehead and elsewhere which are providing much needed valuable employment to local people but, critically, are fenced off pleasure domes within those towns with the good timers rarely venturing out from their holiday camps even to the seafront, let alone the high street.
It's interesting that the author doesn't visit many seaside towns which are still doing well from the tourist industry such as in Cornwall where just a few summers ago, Britons were told please don't visit, Cornwall's full. It's a conundrum the author doesn't tackle - with a burgeoning UK population with their sat navs sending them down single file west country lanes leading to road rage and sweaty traffic hell to airbnbs built for local people to live in, a surge in tourism actually creates problems rather than eases them.
Where the author does visit coastal towns doing better than others - Padstow and Southwold for example - she hones in, quite rightly, on the problem of most of the traditional old properties like fishermen's cottages having been pimped up and sold as buy for rents or second homes, turning once poor, struggling workers into sudden millionaires but depriving their fellow villagers and townspeople of being able to rent or buy such a property and casting them onto the rising tide of homeless coastal folk forced into temporary accommodation.
When she visits Southend, the author falls into the trap of continuing to portray the resort as a kiss me quick cheap skate throwaway by describing "a bikini clad young woman lying on top of her boyfriend....close to orgasm" rather than on its culture like the Kursaal or the millions of pounds that have been spent to improve its profile.
There's a sad but ultimately partly successful account of a west country woman who was in that predicament, refused to accept it and began a campaign to try to stop coastal properties ending up on Airbnb or out of the rent or purchase range of average and less than average earners. Her trouble is few councils and no government will enter the market and stop it.
That, and other valuable observations in Madeleine Bunting's book have strengthened my own belief that the answers to some of the problems of our coastal towns can be solved by us. Governments and councils have over decades, failed to address the demise by ignoring in depth parliamentary studies, watching as things worsen and then, sometimes, adding to the problems by relaxing policies or introducing new ones.
Where governments do act with huge injections of our money, does it work? The author writes of hopes that a long awaited and much delayed northern Eden project may revive Morecambe. Will it ? When I visit Cornwall, I go for the natural beauty rather than some man made theme park lamenting our wilful destruction of nature.
I'm thinking that, so let down by government and local authorities, regeneration of coastal town economies needs to come from us and private enterprise. Rather than criticise Rick Stein buying up several properties in Padstow for example, the author should welcome the risks he took with his time and money which has helped bring thousands to this once sleepy fishing village. Ok, most of us will never be able to afford to sample his culinary creations, but surely his enterprise should be congratulated. Jamie Oliver's attempt to help Newquay's economy and give skills and jobs to local people should have been supported and encouraged - instead it's gone. Where was the support and encouragement from the local council or government there? Smaller scale enterprises like The Nose community bookshop, cafe and events venue in Walton on the Naze are to be applauded and supported for the small boost to the local economy and, as importantly, building hope and community among residents.
It's also up to those who live in coastal towns and are doing all right to help those who are struggling - to give our time, talents and generosity to those on hard times living as our neighbours wherever they are from. There begins community and building community brings ideas, opportunities, hope and better times.
There is some hope in The Seaside. The author waxes lyrical in her epilogue about a character who calls on local councils to be brave in wanting to tackle the huge problems in our coastal communities. He goes around England with ideas to revive towns like Lowestoft, Margate and Boscombe. I wonder if Wayne Hemingway's magic would work in Jaywick?
Jaywick does get a good mention from the author, encapsulating the story of how it came about through an entrepreneurial spiv named Frank Stedman. I wonder what he would now make of the place he was responsible for creating. It is a case of private enterprise and a rudimentary wild west style lookalike which has evolved with local authority or government planning and regulation in almost total absence.
This book also has some delightful facts and observations.
I didn't realise that Blackpool was such an entertainment magnet in its heyday that when Sinatra performed in England in 1950, the north western resort was the only place he sang in outside of London.
I thank the author too for introducing me to On Chapel Sands, a book on my list to read telling the tale of a true life disappearance many years ago in coastal Lincolnshire.
There's a wonderful passage about Cyril, a 1960's hotelier in Skegness who broke down the social awkwardness of his guests, echoing something Butlin realised with his ethos to get stiff English holidaymakers to loosen up and have a good time.
I enjoyed her autobiographical memories of living in Brighton. They capture a sense of the place I've experienced, and the author cleverly entwines it with a skilful description of some of the plot of Graham Greene's Brighton Rock.
I was reminded by the author of how cut off the north Devon coastal town of Ilfracombe is from twenty first transport networks, contributing to its sad situation which even Damien Hirst and Verity hasn't been able to rejuvenate.
Such a book isn't new. I've read similar travel critiques of England's once booming coastal resorts. What makes Madeleine Bunting's book so worthwhile is that it brings it up to date with, largely , an account of the scandalous way our coastal towns are being used as human dumping grounds by local politicians overwhelmed by the scale of the problems they face and national politicians more or less burying their heads in our seaside sand.