Two worlds exist within a wisp of a mile

At the top of the hill everything is new

There are roads going off in many directions

Yet this all fades as one descends into the valley

The village is hidden for much of the route

There are clues but these are often tree shrouded

It is a small settlement unchanged by time

Typically there is a church an inn and little else

The railway station now long closed is returning to nature

A river choked at source now runs summer dry

Although these woe waters have been known to flood

And release all manner of subterranean demons