To thlanidloys, thlani as it’s known, just because it ought to be good, and it is, to a degree, but it isn’t. Lovely timbered market hall in the middle of the central crossroads, and more cafes than you could drink all with steamed up windows at ten in the morning. More shops unopen than open and more gigantic Victorian/Gothic churches that the community surely could never have supported. And where did the money come from to pay for them? There is a now flatted flannel mill, which linked to the market gives a clue,
This is the war memorial outside the council offices. Just look at the Great War dead from the community, it wrenched the heart out of the town, no wonder remembrance day is special.
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