Winscombe

Winscombe is what happens when a village decides the exciting part of its life is over and could not be more relieved about it. The railway that once gave the place a pulse was torn up and turned into a cycle path, which suits everyone, because now the loudest thing passing through is a labrador. It glances up at Chew Magna, thanks God nightly that it isn't Weston-super-Mare, and would rather be buried in the churchyard than caught being interesting in the way Frome insists on being. Come here to slow down, and you will fit right in the moment your knees start to go.