Shalford to Dorking - Through the Hills (17 miles, Linear)

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A return of the imperial classic! Longe live the Angevins!
Whan that the sonne shoon upon the meede,
Embarketh ye upon a journeye ful noble and good,
Fro the smal hamlet yclepèd Shalford,
Unto Dorkyng, that faire toun of renown,
Through hallowed groundes of the Surreye Hilles,
An Area of greet Beauté and worth ech man’s trilles.
Thy wey doth winden by relics of olde,
A Romano-Celtic temple, storied and cold,
Remenaunt of tymes whan men to goddes preyde,
And at that place, ful devoutly they stayde.
Along the olde wey Roman y-laid,
Thou shalt be lad through forest and glade,
Through feldes ful greene and wel arrayed,
Til thou climben Winterfold Hille, high y-payed.
From that heighte, thyne eyen shul se,
The brode landes as far as they be,
Where hilles do rolle and songes do rise,
Of erthe and lyf under open skies.
But harken now, for in yoreful dayes,
This lond was y-ruled in mighty wayes:
Under the baner of th’Angevin lords,
That heelde both France and Engelond with swordes.
And as thy pilgrymage goth forth anon,
Thou shalt ascenden ech hille oon by oon:
Reynardes, and Pitch, and Holmbury so hye,
Where wondres greet do meet thyne eye.
The path doth twynen through wode and heath,
And clearinges fair where thou mayst breeth.
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