Short-changed

We went down into Abersoch today for a wander about the little town. As Jane remembers her mother saying; a few decades ago, this was just a very sleepy little fishing village at the very western edge of North Wales that had just one tiny general store with counter service only, and men in cow-gowns serving the mostly Welsh-speaking public. These days the place fills up in late June with tourists mostly interested in sea and strand, and sporting and boating activities. Many, many of these tourists are wealthy by any normal standards, and the wealthier among them often own boltholes of their own in the area, used only for a couple of weeks in the summer and which remain shuttered but maintained for the rest of the year. 

Today you couldn't move but for exotic and stupidly expensive automobiles, the most ridiculous of which was similar to the one pictured, an Aston Martin SUV in British Racing Green. A more ludicrous concept I cannot imagine, given that AM Lagonda is synonymous with svelte grand tourers of the old school. This thing was as big as a minibus. All in all, we must have passed by several million quid's-worth of steel and rubber vying for the very few remaining parking spaces in the overflowing town. It might be an annual bonus for local businesses at this time of year, but with the rest of the year seeing the place almost completely empty and with even complete estates of houses shuttered until the next season, this short-lived boost is just that: short. Too short...