The Gallivant: style and charm steps from Camber Sands

The road into Camber crosses flat land dotted with windmills, marshes and small cottages, with vast moody skies ahead. When we arrived, Storm Goretti had just departed, leaving the landscape soggy and cold with just a few hopeful patches of sunshine.

The village of Camber is a funny sort of place; quiet and unassuming during the colder months, with the now-abandoned purple Pontins holiday park casting a gloomy spell on the village. In high summer, the roads leading to Camber Sands are choked with cars ...