A Shropshire Lad

The anomaly is that I am now living in Shropshire. Whereas the poet A E Houseman never did.

I had a magical walk this morning, into the hills around the Corvedale. 

I did about two and a half miles, Hollie did about seventeen. This dog is in seventh heaven. 

In my extra is a collage of views showing scenes from these Blue Remembered Hills.

I said to my wife this morning, 'would you ever want to live here?'

She replied 'Yes, but we could never afford it'!

We can barely believe it. This place is heaven on earth.

I have decided not to try and make a living writing poetry. 

Rhyme doesn't pay.