Here’s your starter for ten. A seaside location taken this morning, 9th August. For a clue try this:
Here in the gardens of the Spa Pavilion Warm in the whisper of a summer sea, The cushioned scabious, a deep vermilion, With white pins stuck in it looks up at me. A sun-lit kingdom touched by butterflies And so my memory of winter dies.
Written by the last poet laureate to believe poetry should rhyme.
@ctdroneman I’m going to throw Felixstowe into the hat! The Spa Pavilion and seaside clue certainly point me that way. If I’m wrong, I’ll blame the poetry clue!
@ctdroneman Here is a clue…
I point a toe to English waves,Where ancient bishops found their staves.Once cut off by a vanished tram,Now home to birds and fisherman.I wear a crown of shingle grey,Where tides wash sand and slip away.
The Spa Pavilion and seaside clue certainly point me that way. If I’m wrong, I’ll blame the poetry clue! 
Spurn point, east Yorkshire maybe ?
