I love Bournemouth.
I'm biased, because that's where I was born. However, I just love going back to visit. The fresh sea air, the clean beaches and mum's home cooking! OK - so the last one is not a reason for anyone else to visit, but I get such a kick from that first view of the sea, as we walk down through the chine to the beach.
Bournemouth was first settled in the early 19th century, and since then has grown into the busy seaside resort we know and love today.
This isn't designed to be a sales pitch - but I will refute claims that Bournemouth is full of elderly people.
There is a vibrant university culture, lots of nightlife, and plenty for families of all ages.
There, that's the advertising out of the way.
As you stand on the beach, look over to your right, and you can make out Old Harry Rocks at the end of The Purbecks.
Sweep across to the left, and on a clear day, passed Hengistbury Head, you can see The Needles off the coast of the Isle of Wight.
The sea provides a backdrop of drama; and on Saturday, during our stroll, the boys wandered to the end of a groyne, where the sea was breaking hard.
As you wander along the promenade, the colourful beach huts sit quietly, closed, empty, waiting for the season to get under way.
The beach itself is clean. In April, it's not ideal weather to sunbathe, but there were many people who had staked a claim to a small pitch on the sand. Dog walkers, cyclists, children in the play area, and the ice-cream kiosk was open, but, unsurprisingly, trade was quiet.
As a short break destination, you can't beat Bournemouth for the variety of hotels, facilities and especially the clean, fresh, sea air that really makes it worth being beside the sea.