Picking up the Cheeses

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We seem to leave modernity at the edge of Salisbury,
Modern road but ancient names
Steep chalk coombes and rolling downland
Peeking through the misty rain
Ansty, Birdbush Farm and Cats Hill
Ludwell and then Shaftesbury town
Winding south we squeeze past lorries
Middle Farm, Rose Cottage, Hawkcombe Lane
Past stone cottages and timber frames,
Compton Abbas , Fontwell Magna, Sutton Waldron
Iwerne Minster, sharp turn left and up the hill,
To the dairy and the Cheese…..

Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 A journey to the real old England, re-blogged from 2015

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