Under close questioning, I've sometimes struggled to describe the Forest of Bowland.Apart from anything else, it's not even a forest: the word, in this instance, is a reference to the royal hunting ground it was in medieval times.Explain to uninitiated that this remote part of Lancashire a glorious, 312-sq-mile expanse of fells, moorland and farmland is bordered by Lancaster to the north and Blackburn to the south, that it is quite near Burnley and even closer to Clitheroe, and expressions will inevitably remain blank, not to say disbelieving.
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