Edited by Patricia Stammers, Wednesday, 4 Jun 2014, 09:22
In which other town would you hear a cockerel crowing for all he was worth, while he was standing on the solicitor's window sill and see bantams scratching around with a colony of ducks? Betjeman's Diss may be named after the underworld but is paradise on a day like today. The sun was shining. Folk were shopping in the market and the Mere, provided everyone with an excuse to linger and savour the atmosphere.
Cockadoodle doo!
In which other town would you hear a cockerel crowing for all he was worth, while he was standing on the solicitor's window sill and see bantams scratching around with a colony of ducks? Betjeman's Diss may be named after the underworld but is paradise on a day like today. The sun was shining. Folk were shopping in the market and the Mere, provided everyone with an excuse to linger and savour the atmosphere.