By FRED KELLY, FEATURE WRITER Updated: 14:14 EDT, 12 April 2026 ‘Here’s the thing about Ebbw Vale,’ begins 68-year-old sheep farmer Charlotte, in a pair of bright yellow galoshes: ‘You can smell it before you see it.’It’s just gone one o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon in the small Welsh town, 30 miles north of Cardiff, and the queue outside Greggs stretches beyond the door. Laughter spills out of the Wetherspoons opposite, and a gaggle of school-aged children cycle past holding cheeseburgers in their mouths, one with a McDonald’s paper bag over his head.‘It’s deep fried this and greasy that,’ continues…