From the limestone escarpments of the to the wild moors of the North York Moors , each shire has its own dialect, its own cheese, its own way of doing things. In Shropshire , they’ll point you to the Long Mynd. In Norfolk , the sky goes on forever. In Leicestershire , the pork pies are a religion.
There’s London. And then there’s 🏴 the shires england
Pack your wellies and your Ordnance Survey map. The Shires are waiting. From the limestone escarpments of the to the
There’s a reason "shire" feels like home. It’s the rhythm of hedge-lined lanes, church bells on Sunday, and the smell of rain on warm tarmac. ☔️ In Leicestershire , the pork pies are a religion
Next weekend: pick a shire. Any shire. And get lost in it. 🗺️
Forget the London tube map for a minute. 🚇➡️🌳
📍 • Yorkshire – God’s own county. Moors, dales, and the friendliest welcome. • Cotswolds (Glos/Oxon/Warks) – Postcard-perfect. Think Bourton-on-the-Water & Chipping Campden. • Shropshire – "The quiet one." Hills, castles, and hardly a tourist in sight. • Kent – The Garden of England. Orchards, oast houses, and white cliffs. • Devon & Cornwall – Cream teas (jam first? debate below) and rugged coastlines.