Megalithic Poems

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Yes, nice writing Nigel, especially (and appropriately) this passage -

"I find myself a little conflicted on the best time to visit. To arrive in spring, when the cherry - "loveliest of trees" - flowers along the field margins and the copses thrill to the green woodpeckers' laughter, is fine; but I'm not sure I don't prefer the fire-colours of autumn, and the winds of the equinox: "On Wenlock Edge, the wood's in trouble."

The bloke oozes natural talent, blast him. I like made up adjectives, it means you can take the English language and expand it to please yourself -
About Much Wenlock...
"You can have your Shaftesburys and Burfords, your Ledburys and Chipping Sodburys. For me, this small, half-timbered, red-brick, lobelia-hung, narrow-streeted, alleywayed, book-and-tea-shopped town, with its Elizabethan guildhall, is the supreme delight of urban-pastoral Britain. "

(I particularly like that, as it's about time Shropshire kicked the West Country in the goollies).