Verwood

Verwood is what happens when a town builds everything a family needs except the bit where the teenagers go to school, then shrugs and puts them on a bus to Wimborne. For centuries the place made cheap earthenware pots by treading clay with bare feet, which is roughly the energy it still runs on: unhurried, practical, quietly proud of not making a fuss. It has a cinema, a heritage centre with a coffee shop, and enough bungalows to reroof a small county. Nobody moves here for the drama, and that is precisely the drama.