I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight
Oberon, Act 2 Scene 1
Concerns about subsidence.....
Odd - weird and wonderful - almost unbelievable - or is it just me?




