On Out Deathbeds We're Not

Ludlow....is Probably The Loveliest Town In England With Its Hill Of Georgian Houses Ascending From The River Teme To The Great Tower Of The Cross-shaped Church, Rising Behind A Classic Market Building.

And Now, Dear Lord, I Cannot Wait Because I Have A Luncheon Date.

People's Backyards Are Much More Interesting Than Their Front Gardens, And Houses That Back On To Railways Are Public Benefactors.

A Whispering And Watery Norfolk Sound Telling Of All The Moonlit Reeds Around.

Childhood Is Measured Out By Sounds And Smells And Sights, Before The Dark Hour Of Reason Grows.