wonderful stuff. I remember back in the day when we used to go to Cheshunt to sell our grouse at market, walking them up the great Roman Road with their little leather boots, excited to receive the groats for a good harvest to bring home to my wife and starving 5 boys. Nobody announced the passing of suburbs quite like the local criers, but this maiden does a beautiful job of matching the cadence of those buboe-ridden townsfolk of Essex back in my 14th-century youth.
