Take away the Precinct you first thought of.

We find ourselves 86 miles from the sea.  We have even been in a shopping mall.  It could have been anywhere.   I feel slightly queasy.  Endless vista of charity shops.  Poor visibility imminent.  Easing later, slight drizzle, good.  Bert Foord tributes all round.

However, on the brighter side, my breakfast could have won the Turner prize.