There's a place in Norfolk--Brattlesham--beside a golf-course, where there are a couple of staircases, to let the gentlemen get a lost ball.' 'That's not it,' I said.
'Then there are plenty of Marine Parades, if that's what you mean.
Every seaside resort has them.' I shook my head.

'It's got to be more retired than that,' I said.
'Well, gentlemen, I can't think of anywhere else.

Of course, there's the Ruff--' 'What's that ?' I asked.
'The big chalk headland in Kent, close to Bradgate.

It's got a lot of villas on the top, and some of the houses have staircases down to a private beach.

It's a very high-toned sort of place, and the residents there like to keep by themselves.' I tore open the Tide Tables and found Bradgate.