Because it’s not Instagram-perfect. There’s litter, a rogue wheelie bin that always escapes from number 8, and a seagull named Kevin who steals chips. It’s honest. It’s like if a postcode had a personality disorder and loved it.
You’ll leave smelling of fried onions and sea air, your calves burning from the hill, and a new respect for how ordinary places hold extraordinary stories. Plus, you’ll finally understand why garlic bread is the second-greatest thing in Weston.
So next time you drive through BS23 3QY, roll down your window. Wave at Old Dave. Give Kevin the seagull a chip. You’ve just joined the club. Membership is free, but car insurance on this hill will cost you a kidney.
