Westward Ho! - 'The Real Newey' 0 ▲ Piscatorial Quagswagging 2 hours ago · 11 min read2144 words · Life · hide · 0 comments North Devon has always felt like my true spiritual home, with the only real snag being that I do not get down here anywhere near as often as my sanity requires. My identical twin brother Chris managed to escape the relentless concrete and grey skies of Coventry twelve whole years ago to set up camp in Westward Ho!, though he still has to drag himself up to the Birmingham office a couple of times a month to keep the lights on where he operates as a security cleared software IT engineer. The locals down here all know him as "Newey," but the second I step foot in town, I am rightfully crowned as "The Real Newey."I throw myself headfirst into local life and embrace the coast to its absolute fullest whenever I visit, whereas Chris—bless his cotton socks is such a creature of habit he practically needs a GPS unit to step five yards off his daily routine.The brilliant thing about the area outside of the chaotic summer holiday rush is that the locals actually get to know one another, and… No comments yet. Log in to reply on the Fediverse. Comments will appear here.