Hymns are the poetry of the people.

History must not be written with bias, and both sides must be given, even if there is only one side.

Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a church has been pulled down the country seems empty or is like a necklace with a jewel missing.

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

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

Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold.

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.