Another year on, another day in Penrhyn Bay – fifth time around.
I have to admit that I’m fascinated by the manicured homes of this long sweep of road reaching from the base of the Little Orme.
It was fascination, I know
And it might have ended right then, at the start
Just a passing glance, just a brief romance
And I might have gone on my way, empty hearted
Once a scattered agglomeration of inter-war houses in the shadow of the limestone quarry.
On each visit one apprehends the ever so slowly evolving additions, carefully considered property improvements, another new car in the same old town.
Keeping it quietly personal.
Modern Mooch 
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