A gift, a jewel, each visit delights anew

Leading nowhere, yet everywhere

Known and loved by chosen few.

She is our nirvana, our sleeping queen,

A royal flush in our hands

As beautiful as mountains high or coastal golden sands.

A strain of pure gold at Cheshire’s core

She’s a super charged tonic, that’s for sure!

Hidden, silent, wonderful

She’s everything and more.

Words – Paul Rance

Pictures – Steve Makin & Paul Rance