The main drag
Porth Tywyn (Burry Port) is a lovely town but its schizophrenic as many small Welsh towns can be. In the summer its sunny as popcorn and as happy as the corn is snapping, but come winter it is grey, gossipy and neverending in its gloom. Locals are happiest in complaint, content in the towns back-to-back intimacy as long as the beer is cold and flowing.
Do not be fooled by the photograph above. It might look quiet and deserted but there is a local lurking behind one of the many lamposts, just waiting to pounce with the 'gen' (rumours) or the price of 'fags' (cigarettes). And its lovely, it really is.
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