I've never been there and would never wish to but it's in Wales and it's called Bridgend so I'm imagining a dreary, desolate, windswept, barren, sodden landscape of hills and swampland, always raining, always cold.
It's probably near the sea hence the name, so picture a small collection of houses huddled together for warmth atop a wretched, treeless hill, crashing waves and howling winds on one side, empty wasteland and treacherous bogs on all the others.
Shivers
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