Tawdry perhaps?--but the cleanest/neatest tawdry (via any comparison of tawdry..) here in the dis-US.

I mean I Mean: re jaded.. the Vincent stuff was half a fucking-Century ago! and the thought then, of typing a few cryptic alphanumerics and ...
Seeing a sharp pic of Some Random Place?
B O G G L E !!!

Well, anyway--when the poor sods got to Either terminus back then, maybe in pouring rain, probably all they needed was a cuppa/a pint wouldn't do/driving, ya see.
Then start back. Put on more miles..

Maybe it is the fate of any professionally-Happy-Happy holiday place? (exactly like the 'Howstrake Holiday Camp' on I.O.M, where I stayed/camped o'nite before the T.T.)
Yes it was ruggedly-minimalist but we yout can sleep Anywhere and: I was ON The Isle of Man! so I thought Howstrake was just the-(cheap-enough)-Ticket.
Here or Blighty--they never seem to make enough profits/put enough cash in budget? to keep things looking like.. well, every of your pics of those utterly-perfect,
manicured open spaces near {{envy}} your domicile.

We become discriminating only after.. they start paying us enough to have disposable income--am I Right, Sir?

Cheers,
It's 29°F outside--but I can see all the stars!

See the walking-shadow of Sir Thomas Beecham at the Philharmonic (sitting--in his umpty-umph years--while conducting..)
<cancelled> due to cancellation of Sir Thomas.

Eat One Wimpyburger--to verify that One is enough for liff.
Dine at one Posh restaurant: to prove that Yes, Brits Can prepare sumptuous/despite any Vegemite-caused hallucinations elsewhere.
Take boat to Isle of Man.. even sans the motorcycles/T.T. Get out of fine Douglas and See the stone walls, etc.
O'nite in Harwich before ferry to Denmark: have World's Best ham with that AM egg (from Denmark; or was I just lucky?)

Lots to do on the Sceptered..