‘What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the Land of Lost Content
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.’
     A.E.Housman.

 Discover Housman’s ‘Land of Lost Content’ for yourself .  The Shropshire he described so lyrically is still here.  Peace and quiet are here in abundance. On a summer’s evening foxes and badgers can be glimpsed passing by and at dusk Wild Edric’s ghost wanders along the Shropshire Way in the hills behind the village.

Beside the 12th century church a massive yew tree has watched over the village for nearly three thousand years and the gravestones tell many a tale.