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  • This the smallest turf maze in Europe.

    The first time I encountered it I happened to be driving past on my way to a place where, according to the internet, I could buy herb plants for my brand new garden. At the side of a narrow, lonely road across the Yorkshire Wolds there was a fenced off piece of land, and a tiny plaque. I screeched to a halt and backed up. It was a sunny autumnal day. Larks sang overhead and, apart from them, it was one of the quietest places I had ever been in the world. On a ridge looking south over the Wolds; which, as their name suggests, undulate gently to the Vale of York.

    (If you want to know more about turf mazes, see this link: )

    The second time I went, I really, really wanted to find it. I drove up and down various narrow country lanes, circling round the target but never reaching it...

    ...which was entirely appropriate. All mazes should be difficult to find. Except accidentally.

    From your correspondent, Helen of Troy x
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