Let's move to Teignmouth, Devon | Money | The Guardian
What's going for it? I do love a town surrounded by water. Teignmouth sits on a spur at the mouth of the river – you guessed it – Teign, so there's sparkling H2O on three of its four sides, like an almost-moat. Which came as quite a surprise. I was pootling back from the beach-side prom (great pier, by the way, packed with vintage amusements – try the automated Gypsy Fortune Teller), when I came across a second beach which, thinking I'd got my directions wrong, or entered some Alice-like Wonderland, I mistook for the first beach and got in a right old tizz. But no, two beaches for the price of one – a buxom-kiss-me-quick-seasidey-prom one, and an alehouse-fishermen's-wharf one round the rear, cupping an estuary that darts with boats 24/7. Teignmouth is full of little surprises, chief among them how affordable it is, considering how nice it is, and considering how eye-peelingly expensive nearby Brixham, Dartmouth or Salcombe are.
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