Tadley

Tadley sits on the other side of the fence from the place that builds Britain's nuclear warheads, and has somehow made that the least interesting thing about living here. There's no railway station and no real high street, but there is a Royal Warrant holder on Mulfords Hill making besom brooms, some of which ended up under wizards in the Harry Potter films. So the town's most famous export flies, and the one people actually lose sleep over stays behind the wire. Nobody moves here for glamour, and the ones who stay made their peace with the neighbours years ago.