Hapless Basil Fawlty and his shambolic hotel were the epitome of everything that was wrong with the not-so-Great British holiday — terrible food, rude service and a crumbling building.
After a few hours of digging sandcastles and throwing balls, my children were desperate to visit the landmark Victorian pier — a world of noisy and colourful amusements placed amid the sickly-sweet fug of fried donuts and ice cream.New £2.3b train station to open in European hotspot improving travel for Brits
The hotel, which features dry spa rooms for treatments, was built on the site of the famous Deller’s Beach Cafe and has named its restaurant in its honour.