Warwick and Leamington

The heart of Beautiful England is woody Warwickshire, and the heart of woody Warwickshire is leafy Leamington. To these two towns on the ever-green skirts of the now seared and wasting remnants of the once great Forest of Arden - the one so reminiscent of the coloured age, of Shakespeare, of Queen Elizabeth, of half-timbered dwelling, of picturesque gable, of shady penthouse, of ever-living poesy, made by the Prince of the Line; the other so sweet, clean, leafy, and spick and span, and as modern as my Lady[s newest creation in costumes from gay Paris - all people gravitate from the farthermost corners of the earth, from Dan to Beersheba, from China to Peru. [