Putting the Wolds in ‘Cotswolds’

They sit around their spacious homes, brochures on their knee Discussing where to holiday, the country or the sea? They meet in their hot spot eateries windering where to go, Seeking the hottest tourist spot where the River Windrush flows.

It’s sad that they only seek the weathered yellow stone Paintwork must be Farrow and Ball and they must use their mobile phone, But they miss what ‘Cotswolds’ is all about, the glory of the views, The sun rising over meadow and hill and the glistening morning dews.

Take a trip to Puzzlewood and see the ancient woods

The Hollywood producers’ imagination would all come good, There are gulleys, twisted tree roots, and mossy covered rocks Folklore is created here, giving you a shock.

‘midst Hereford and Gloucester Shires May Hill you will find, Well known from a distance for its tuft of trees of pine, Planted to commemorate Queen Victoria’s Jubilee A soundscape of wild music, ‘tis there the wind blows free.

Snows Farm’s a reserve of traditional Cotswold grass Near to the village of Slad where Laurie Lee came to pass, Enjoy the bucolic scenery which he described with care Wander on by Dillay Brook, inhale the fresh clean air.

Now spend time in Lower Woods where there’s many a woodland beat Paddle in the Little Avon to cool your aching feet, There are orchids there and hellebore as it’s been managed many years A goshawk has been spotted and the nightingales bring tears.

The tourist trails have their place but the wilderness is past measure The ‘Wolds’ in ‘Cotswolds’ is a place to find the real treasure, Its green connection fires the brain but can do much more than that By reaching back our mental state to where our ancestors sat.