Skegness: not easily described to those who've not experienced its wrist-slashing bleakness and sense of hopelessness.
Shame they drained the marshes, this turd of a town known as Boston would be under 6' of water by now otherwise (with a bit of luck anyway).
Bourne pubs are overrun by fat-headed macho men desperate to wrongly assert that your casual glance is actually an invitation to fight.
Unless you have lived in Grimsby for 5000 years, forget it. The locals are rude, cold, unfriendly, suspicious and absolute sh*ts.
Donington used to be a beautiful, small village situated between Boston and Spalding, just off the A52.