As we travel around this beautiful part of England, through tiny lanes & across vast rolling hills, in pretty villages & bigger towns everywhere there are marvelous dry stone walls. Some are ancient & falling down, some brand new & everything in between. I think they're really beautiful & have tried to capture a few in photos ( surprise, surprise) but going through my head has been a poem I heard on the radio once & it goes like this : I am a dry stone waller All day I dry stone wall Of all appalling callings Dry stone wallings worst of all Thanks to Pam Ayres for a quirky take on these very talented craftsmen.