"then walk out to the end of the jetty"
By jetty do you mean that sort-of extension to the road that leads down into the sea? My father told me that between the wars it had rail tracks and this is where coal rail wagons came ashore after being shipped across from Wales.
It was the first place he can remember seeing the sea, in 1923 when he was 5 (he was born in Street, near Glastonbury). And it was the last place he saw the sea too, in August 2004 when we took him for a trundle down the jetty in his wheelchair a month or so before he died - which was at a hospice a few miles up the coast, at Uphill.
Street to Uphill is about 20 miles, but he went further than that in his time - about nine million miles all told, having been an airline pilot in part of the period in between being 5 and 86.