#1 - Welcome

Located somewhere off the A1(M),

you’ll find the modest town of Buckley Oak:

A paragon of Englishness, a gem

of simple, sleepy lives, and gentle folk.

At each end of the High Street there’s a pub;

on weekends there’s a market in the square.

The chippie by the bridge provides the grub,

the church upon the hill provides the prayer.

So take a wander past the mismatched homes –

through Georgian elegance to red-brick row –

past hanging baskets, lawns, and garden gnomes;

pull up a table – have a cuppa’ joe.

Now tweak those curtains – take a look inside,

and let four sonneteers be your guide.

AB