Saturday, January 23, 2016
My rail connection held (or rather they held it for us), and the second train slipped through mist-covered fields and past muddy reeds. I reached my destination by ten, and started my travels in the town centre. It's part very-old, with plenty of infilled new, and a central market place that's served several centuries. The High Street (it's not called that, but you'd only Google) is broad, with craft stalls and chains, plus a new mall that befits a town of this stature. Ducks fly over a central bridge between pub and shops, and the swan quotient is also attractively high - I've just watched thirty come flocking for a toddler's bread. I'm currently sat inside the museum, near a sheep, in a particularly characterful building rescued from decay. And I needn't have worried about the mobile reception, it's obviously excellent.
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