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
