Well, I'm back in Essex now, and planning my midday trog takes in the wondrous new building that sits upon our Naze cliffs - a monument to lottery money that is quite simplistic in its mandate: you go into a large building with grass on its roof, that cost into seven figures, and take a deep breath. Then you look out of the windows at Walton's Naze. Something you could do before you went in.
However, having sprinted up the 72' of steps from the beach, I know, that at the top, I will have a posh new loo on my list of diversions.
Sometimes, I like humans.