Mushroom Town PDF

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There you are: Llanyglo. You see it from up here almost as the gulls and razorbills see it.

The bay's a fine curve, isn't it 2 rather like a strongly blown kite string; and the Promenade's nearly two miles long.

But as you see, the town doesn't go very far back. From the Imperial there to the railway station and the gasometers at the back isn't much more than half a mile; the town seems to press down to the front just as the horses draw the bathing-vans down to the tide.

Shall we sit down? Here's a boulder. It's chipped all over with initials, of course; so are the benches, and even the turf; but you'd wonder that there was a bit of wood or stone or turf left at all if you saw the crowds that come here when the Wakes are on.

It's odd that you should never see anybody actually cutting them.

Some of them must have taken an hour or two with a hammer and chisel, but I've been up here count less times and never seen anybody at it yet.