East Prawle
A place where the only thing that works is the pub. The family there are so inbred they think the wind is a cousin. They don’t know what a holiday is, but they know how to make tourists feel like they’ve been tortured.
I went to East Prawle and got told I was ‘a disgrace to the family.’
I had to walk through a puddle that was bigger than my head.
The only thing they do there is gossip and try to marry off their kids like they’re selling horses.