See the Narbeth post for why we are here. Where?
The town is a delightful mix of nostalgia for end of railway line holiday destination, rows of Edwardian digs, sandy beaches with castles, ice creams, a bit of tat but no bare skin and loud shouty “tired” men, very little smell of fast food, and residents dressed tastefully, with upmarket independents was well as pedestrianised High Street names. A Coffee 1 would be good, but apart from that – perfect, despite wearing the wrong (not cool enough) shirts!
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