Through the high hedges that hug the narrow winding road,
Meandering through a colourful tapestry of fields and woods, the river flows, determined to its mouth.
A smoking chimney aloof, above the thatched cottage, a tall spire towers above the grey stone church.
To the village shop, residents flock for their daily needs, they eat and drink at the local pub where they exchange their views
Vivid red post and phone boxes blend with a colourful rainbow of flora in dressed gardens to flank the path from gate to door.
This human oasis, happy in its rural valley, nestled between the hillsides where buzzards sour.