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Seaside Shelters
by Will Scott
(Heni Publishing £14.99)
Throughout my childhood my brother and I made frequent visits to our grandparents in North Wales.
Their retirement destination of choice, Llandudno, wasn’t the most exciting place to spend a weekend and apart from a toboggan run down the Great Orme and a beach without sand — to my eight-year-old mind an essential ingredient for seaside fun — there wasn’t an awful lot to do but watch Independence Day on VHS and take long walks along Llandudno’s expansive ‘front’ to the pier at the other end.
About halfway along that Spartan promenade we would pass a drab construction of concrete and creosoted pine, which seemed to be populated by the same three people each time.
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