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Places we like
Under that grotesque clock-tower, Emma and I have spent many an hour spit-swapping while waiting for the last bus to arrive. It’s from Machynlleth station that our train journeys begin and end, and no-one has ever thought to co-ordinate the bus and train time-tables. Apart from being our train terminus, the weekly street-market attracts us there quite often. Within a stones-throw of the clock, daughter Eva bought a tiny cottage, which Emma and I spent months renovating. Eva immediately sold it, without even spending a night there - although Emma and I had christened it one afternoon while waiting for paint to dry. Sex on the bare boards, with splinters. In 1404, Owain Glyndwr set up his parliament in the town when trying to free Wales of English rule. Now the town is full of aging English hippies, attracted by the nearby Centre for Alternative Technology. Ye gods, there is even a place selling tepees!