'Twixt Axe and Exe
... By Ashley Courtenay JUST as soon as new life surges in the hedgerows, I find my thoughts turning to those corners of our island which have always been blessed by such natural protection that March winds are tempered in their onslaught. If my mind turns once more to that corner which lies 'twixt Axe and Exe it is because I have memories undiminished by age of a land of fat primroses, furze-clad ...