I bet you got fed up with people saying ' Dover for the continent, Frinton for the in.........' glad I never said it!
What dog have you got?
We used to go to Frinton as a Sunday seaside treat when we were kids, loved it. 🏖
It was 'Harwich for the continent' being the nearest port.
Eddie the wire-haired Parsons Jack Russell is no more I'm afraid. No pets here at the moment except for maybe for Audrey the man-eating Triffid.
The funny thing about Frinton was the snobbery. At the time I lived there access was via by manual gates at the railway crossing. Legend had it that they used to be patrolled by a man ready to draw his sword to deny entry to 'waywards' and various other 'undesirables'. They are automated gates now. The police stopped a couple of the residents there with no road tax; 'we don't need it came the replies, we never go outside of the gates'.
If you shopped in Frinton, you were always asked if you 'lived inside or outside of the gates'. I used to enjoy going into shops and ordering something like a book they didn't have just so that I could leave my email address, which was 'outside the gates'. My house was outside the gates but was one of the very closest to them. The inside-the-gaters would always, say 'oh you live at Walton then'. hahaha
The residents' association there were reputedly called 'the terrible twelve', who again by legend could have taken on the Taliban.
Happy days there, a great place to live despite the snobbery. I then had the best house I've ever owned.