Walking down Northbrook street, Newbury, I reflected on how the character of the town is now distinctively different from when I first arrived here in 1985.
For me, the arrival of Pret a manger marks the finalisation of the change. Newbury is now “posh”, for the want of a better phrase. I don’t know whether that is a good thing.
Some might say that we just have the normal panopoly of chain outlets. Well, firstly, many towns in the country would give their right arms for some of the chains we have represented here. Secondly, we still have this, very distinctive, view (below) from Newbury bridge in our town centre. It really is qute mindblowing. I never tire of it. And it is rarely without admiring people gazing at it.