Ludlow....is probably the loveliest town in England with its hill of Georgian houses ascending from the river Teme to the great tower of the cross-shaped church, rising behind a classic market building.

I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be.

And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

Lovers of Norfolk churches can never agree which is the best and I think one is either a Salle or a Cawston man.

One mark of good verse is surprise

Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound