rubbershoes
not the only raver in the village
One that's not been mentioned on the thread: Salcombe.
Happy memories of many a childhood holiday here, and I still go for the odd day out when I'm down in the south-west. It's a beautiful place.
Obviously it's second-home and holiday-let central, and like a lot of such places the locals have been completely priced out of town. I remember my dad asking pointed questions about what it was actually like to live in one time when we were there in the mid-80s, and later he let on that he'd been thinking about applying for the parish, which was vacant at the time. Eventually he decided that a town that was practically dead for several months of the year, had serious problems of poverty and its inevitable consequences in the estates the tourists don't visit, and where he'd be referred to as 'padre' by retired naval types in the yacht club wasn't really his scene. I do sometimes wonder how differently life might have turned out had he decided to go for it...
I was there last weekend. Amazingly the beach at East Portlemouth wasn't too crowded.