Flackwell Folk Folk drawing

This village, built on Chiltern hills,
Once gave the farmer land to till
With springs to water growing crops
And woodland trees for him to chop.
The stones within this chalky soil
Were, too, a payment for his toil
And cottage homes seen all around
Were made from flints the farmer found.

The village then was very small
But, rather like our urban sprawl,
The houses went this way and that,
Our Flackwell lanes reveal this fact,
And cottages of old remain,
Though nothing else may look the same,
So click the boots to venture in
And let your walking tour begin.

Folk drawing
Designed and rhymed by Sally Scagell Peace 2012. Old pictures courtesy of