A visit to pork pie country

A correspondent kindly draws my attention to a piece by Ruaridh Nicoll in yesterday's Observer. In it the writer and a friend visits the East Midlands in search of the perfect pork pie:

Pete's was the pie country, the rolling meadows of Middle England where foxes trot along the edges of ancient hedges before disappearing into rooky woods, and hilltops boast the spires of Norman churches, marking villages with names such as Branston and Stilton.

All good stuff, except that Stilton is in Cambridgeshire (and used to be in Huntingdonshire when it was a county).

And the subeditor who wrote the introduction:

Ruaridh Nicoll journeys in search of the perfect pork pie and finds himself seduced by the olde worlde charms of... Leicestershire

with its achingly clever ellipsis has clearly never been north of Tring in his life.