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I’m David Baxter, the voice behind Coastal Crimes & Stories.

For many years, I worked as an estate agent along the Pembrokeshire coast — a job that took me to more front doors than I could ever count. On the surface, it was about property. In reality, it was always about people.

Because once a door opens, you’re stepping into someone’s life.

Over time, I found myself collecting moments — the funny, the unexpected, and occasionally the unsettling. The kind of stories that stay with you long after you’ve left the house and moved on to the next appointment.

This blog brings those moments together.

Alongside true-to-life experiences, I also write original crime and coastal fiction, as well as short stories and illustrated children’s stories inspired by the same places, history, and characters.

Some are light, some carry a darker edge, but all are rooted in observation and experience.

If you enjoy storytelling that looks a little closer at everyday life — and sometimes what lies just beneath it — you’re very welcome here.

New stories are added regularly — follow along so you don’t miss the next one.

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