So it was a mistake that we ever came to Felixstowe. Misguided by Expedia to a hotel near our cruise port departure at Harwich, we booked at the Marlborough Hotel to spend the night at Felixstowe before (we thought) taking a short taxi ride to Harwich, which we understood was only about four miles away. It IS four miles away across the water. It is a 60 pound taxi ride away by road (it seems you have to drive all the way around the estuary.) Oh well.
But let's talk about Felixstowe. To our North American eyes, this place looks like somewhere opportunity should be knocking. It's a tired, retro, shabby seaside town. How did it ever get this run-down? It's a lovely place, with a great beach and boardwalk, safe, clean. How did it come to this? Along the seafront there are guesthouses boarded up, sad, for sale, drooping. The entertainment is bumper cars and saggy inflatable slides, plus a tacky casino. How come? We docked in Weymouth two days later, and the beach and the waterfront were alive with places to eat, drink and shop for big bucks, and it was crowded. But the beach and the boardwalk were not really better than Felixstowe by an order of magnitude.
So I don't get Felixstowe. It has great things to offer.