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Why I’ll never want to escape Portmeirion

I'm tired of London, but I'll never tire of this strange little place

25 October 2014

9:00 AM

25 October 2014

9:00 AM

My husband and I stay for a week most summers in Portmeirion, the strangest and loveliest ‘village’ in the world. Built amid 20 miles of woodland on the peninsula of Tremadog Bay in Wales, it was called ‘a home for fallen buildings’ by its creator Clough Williams-Ellis, a local landowner.

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