On Wenlock Edge
Shropshire’s escarpment inspired a poem by Housman and a song cycle by Vaughan Williams. I’m standing on the top of this stoney cliff and behind me is the wonderful unspoiled farmland – the most prominent sounds are sheep, dogs, cows and many birds in the trees below. Renee and I drove here to visit the charming village of Much Wenlock (as opposed to Little Wenlock) and to see its many attractions: the local butcher shop, where you can buy sausage and very tasty meat pies, and Cornish pasties. Nearby the neighbourhood Tortie got a nice pat from me since she looks… Read More »On Wenlock Edge