Property News · May 6, 2016

Let’s move to the Marches: ‘A magical patch straight out of Tolkien’


It’s both off and under the radar, on the way to nowhere in particular. Sounds like blissWhat’s going for it? If I were a fugitive, a reclusive playwright, a mum or dad juggling kids and life, or a politician dripping with corruption, I’d squirrel myself down a country lane off another country lane behind a hedgerow in the Marches and hope the cosmos would forget about me. It probably would, too. Nobody really comes here. This swath south of the Shropshire Hills between Ludlow and the Welsh border is a magical patch straight off the pages of Tolkien, with wooded hills, woodland elves (maybe), rustic taverns and pretty towns and villages filled with old, half-timbered houses painted black-and-white, like a crooked Mondrian. Once, it was a borderland fought over by Welsh folk heroes and English knights. Now, it’s both off and under the radar, on the way to nowhere in particular. Sounds like bliss to me.The case against Not much to do, off and on the clock. It’s a rural economy, so jobs are not 10 a penny; many young people leave for the bright lights of Hereford and the world beyond. Continue reading…

Source : theguardian.com
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