Clun
held manorial status from Norman times until the late 19th century,
and silver maces from 1580 and 1614 are carefully preserved
by the town trust. The streets are laid out like a gridiron,
running north-south and east-west.
It is not difficult to imagine pack horses and baggage waggons
clattering across the ancient bridge on the way to market, or
to hear the voices
of weary drovers coaxing their animals, as |
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one
sits enjoying a glass of summer wine on the riverbank.
Studded with lonely farms and bracken covered uplands, where
buzzards sweep, the once royal hunting forests that once
surrounded Clun have been extensively replanted in recent
times. The hills are full of Bronze and Iron Age remains,
stone circles, forts and hilltop settlements.
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