Paul and I were discussing the little old barbershop one day while I was having a tidy up. You know when something is an institution of the community when someone like Paul, who is most definitely not from the North Wales area, knew of the Criccieth barber. He also knew that the shop had been taken over when the guy eventually decided to retire and how the young chap that took it over basically ran it into the ground. I was quite disappointed to hear of the sad fate of such a foundation of the small town.