Take Leicester. Definitely a club. Pick any rainy, drizzly Saturday afternoon where not a VFR airplane in the country has moved and you'll find the Leicester clubhouse packed.
That's interesting. On my one visit to Leicester (when my VFR airplane, at least,
was moving) the clubhouse was certainly full of people, but I got the impression that most of them were families who'd come out for a drink somewhere the kids could watch the aeroplanes; they didn't look like flying people. I must have guessed wrong!