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It was a vision in neon. As my taxi sped along Weymouth’s faded Georgian esplanade, one guesthouse stood out against the twee B&Bs. Its sign read A Knight’s Rest, For a Noble Sleep, the words flashing from pink to blue like a lonely fairground attraction. Above that, an illuminated (and apparently inebriated) knight on horseback reared up robotically.… [ MORE… ]