Ninety minutes or so away is the Victorian/Edwardian town of Great Malvern. And what a pleasant, clean, well maintained, freshly painted and welcoming town it is.

Even the empty shop units looked loved, but interestingly there were few of them. Allegedly symptomatic hinting of a sub/ culture we know not of, the excess of barber shops with nobody in them points to a proliferation of magic money trees.

Some very inventive independents that have taken care and patience in their merchandising and a lovely bacon and egg sarnie in what was a butcher’s shop some years ago. And, friendly people.