Wrenfell Square
Wrenfell Square is the town's whole heart: a bakery exhaling warmth, a post office with a queue of one, a library with a green door, and a pub called The Black Buoy whose sign has been repainted so many times the buoy is now mostly texture.
Everyone nods to you. Everyone knows who you are. In a town like this, news of your arrival beat the bus.
Beyond the square, one road runs along the allotments and another slopes down to the harbour, where the masts of fishing boats tick back and forth like metronomes.