Coordinates: 51°22′45″N 2°32′00″W / 51.3792°N 2.5334°W
Woollard is a small village on the River Chew in the Chew Valley in England. It is in the District of Bath and North East Somerset and the ceremonial county of Somerset, and is 7 miles (11 km) from Bristol, 9 miles (14 km) from Bath, and 4 miles (6.4 km) from Keynsham.
The special architectural and historic interest of Woollard was recognised by its designation as a Conservation Area on 25 July 1990.
Woollard had a medieval bridge with three pointed arches and double arch-ribs. This was rebuilt following the substantial damage caused by the floods of 1968.
It is close to the route of the ancient Wansdyke, and lies on the Monarch's Way long-distance footpath.
Woollard is also a traditional surname, having relations in the farming land of Saffron Walden and Suffolk.
Woollard is partly in the civil parish of Compton Dando and partly in the civil parish of Publow with Pensford. It is part of the Farmborough Ward, which is represented by one councillor on the Bath and North East Somerset Unitary Authority which has responsibilities for services such as education, refuse, tourism etc. The village is a part of the North East Somerset constituency and part of the South West England constituency of the European Parliament.
Woollard is a village in Somerset, England.
Woollard may also refer to:
I wish I was in your soul where you could feel me
And you know I'd always be apart of you
And everything I'd feel and everything I'd be would always start with you
If there were prices to pay
Would you give it away?
This world is so ugly and I've seen enough
Sometimes I'd rather be blind or deaf
But I would keep the sweet sounds of your unmistakable voice
That keeps doing rounds in my head
If there were prices to pay
Would you give it away
We were posing for pictures that were never taken
And I couldn't crack one more smile without breaking down
Without breaking down
Surviving on my second chances
I'm still scraping by on my memories
And I will leave with you embellished words
And fragmented dreams of these things
When there were prices to pay
Would you give it away
We were posing for pictures that were never taken
And I couldn't crack one more smile without breaking down
Without breaking down
Cause I'm lost in photographs with you
Would you give yourself away
We were posing for pictures that were never taken
And I couldn't crack one more smile without breaking down