Escaping the rain and leaky roof to the Old Racecourse I have moved. Left the comfort and familiarity of Wenlock Edge for another liminal place poised on the edge of two counties and countries. I’ve dared to cross the fabled border guarded by Offa’s Dyke, castles, hillforts and some ancient standing stones thrown in for… Continue reading Tales from the Marches – December 2025
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