As Banksy told us, "Like so many projects, it started with a gap in the fence. Eight months ago, I came to Weston on a windy day, and one of the boards on the gate had blown down. From the first glimpse through the gap, I was smitten. I used to come here swimming as a kid, but no one’s been inside for fifteen years." And with a damp, dark and cloudy day on the coast, it all seemed quite perfect.
To start off, you enter through a tough round of security. Tough in the cardboard sense. And each worker is particularly dismal, acting or not. Good touch.