Located in the UK near Exeter on the south coast of Devon, Dawlish is a brightly painted, extremely small, sunny stop on the coastal railway.
Though not necessarily a town worthy of “primary destination” status, if you’re in the area (or riding the train along the coast), it’s a cute wee place to have a quick walk around.
Down the centre of town is a river that doubles as a kind of bird sanctuary.
The Dawlish black swans.
This magnificent dude.
And don’t you dare disturb the river! Cedric patrols vehemently.
There’s a small possibly that Dawlish actually exists in a portal in time, where once you ascend from the raised train station platform, you step back several decades. My limited evidence:
Misunderstandings of racial stereotypes. I was too afraid to take a picture of the store that sells only golliwogs.
Dated insistence on a product’s “stylishness” to entice any skeptical buyers. Also, holy cheap prices!
Certainly a curious place.
Has anyone else been to Dawlish? Did you see a different side of it?