Rime Intrinsica....

...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