"I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then, what love I bore to thee..." - William Wordsworth Shires of Lincoln: There is no place quite like home... I have spent most of my life in a land where any undulation over 100ft is considered mountainous and where the landscape is strewn with muddy fields and drainage streams. Sheep, cows, and corn barns, are liberally scattered across a fenland topography which is so flat, I once watched my wild Terrier dog run off for days before she tired and trundled home. Within a traditional hillside hamlet, a humble small-holding is where I claim cultural home, despite feeling neither embedded nor situated here. Inside the quaint walls of these old farmhouses, isolated tribes of village elders dominate. With an
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