...Fontmell Magna, Sturminster Newton & Melbury Bubb
Whist upon whist upon whist upon whist drive, in Institute, Legion and Social Club
Horny hands that hold the aces which this morning held the plough -
While Tranter Reuben, T. S. Eliot, H. G. Wells and Edith Sitwell
Lie in Mellstock Churchyard now.
I've always had a soft spot for Rime Intrinsica, and Betjeman generally. The above is the first verse of Dorset. What euphony!
Meanwhile, here is the trigger for it all, viz lots of Rime Intrinsica at -7 in the garden this morning