A county of new towns and London sprawl still has some interesting Catholic heritage.
I had forgotten Hertfordshire,
The large unwelcome fields of roots…
And now I see these fields once more
Clothed, thank the Lord, in summer green
Pale corn waves rippling to a shore
The shadowy cliffs of elm between,
Colour-washed cottages reed-thatched,
And weather-boarded water mills,
Flint churches, brick and plaster patched,
On mildly undistinguished hills…
They still are there. But now the shire
Suffers a devastating change,
