Which British seaside snack truly tastes like a proper day at the coast?

A swirl of soft serve with a Cadbury Flake jammed in at a jaunty angle. The unofficial mascot of every British beach day, melting down your wrist included.

A neon-pink baton of pure sugar with the town's name running right through the middle. More souvenir than snack, but you'll still crunch your way through it on the train home.

Hot chips in a paper cone, drowned in vinegar and eaten while guarding them from dive-bombing gulls. A proper seaside rite of passage.

Vinegary, briny and a bit divisive, cockles from a seafront stall are old-school British coast in a tub. You either love them or pull a face.

Spun sugar bigger than your head, picked up from the pier and demolished in about thirty seconds. Pure childhood, even if you're forty-three.