The road across the county of Rutland from Stamford to Leicester via Oakham and Melton Mowbray is one Mrs R and I know well.
She went to university in Cambridge and I attended Loughborough, so we were often travelling back and forth along it. The road winds past Rutland Water and through some pretty Leicestershire villages made from honey-coloured stone – including the village of Whitwell.
This one village made such an impression on us that our first house was named after it and, long ago, when the Internet was invented (yes, there was a ‘Before the Web’), we used it as a rudimentary password to many of our accounts (now changed, before you try and hack us).
What’s your church like? I mean, really like?
I don’t mean, where it is or what kind of building and programmes you have. Or even why you exist …