In the village of Witham on the Hill, the footpath went around the perimeter of this garden, it had a stream running through it. Can you see a pair of eyes watching me?
In the centre of the village are these stocks. There is a little bench seat behind them so the unfortunate person who has been caught doing something they shouldn't, can sit with their arms and legs fastened down, and get pelted with eggs or rotten cabbages, or whatever they threw at them. I would love to see this form of punishment brought back, highly entertaining on a Saturday afternoon.
This looks like an old fashioned school house, it didn't have a sign outside, but there was activity inside. Such a pretty building, love the windows. The church is behind it.
An old plough, at the entrance to a pub which had been converted into a house.
Here is Pickworth Church.
Now this was a bit strange. A small wood enclosed by a wire fence, with pathways around it and through it which have been covered with white powder. I can only think that it might be something to do with rearing pheasants, for so called sport. I hope I'm wrong, I'd like to take a shotgun to those big horrible men who blast the beautiful birds out of the skies. Take that, you brute!
Now it's raining so it's brolly up. The road between Pickworth and Little Bytham goes over this lake, at Mill Farm. This is one side.
The Farm next to the road bridge.
And the other side.
It's a bit too miserable to hang around so I headed back, arriving at 7.30pm, having covered 18.77 miles.
I've started planning my next trip which will be the biggy, next month. I'll be starting off at Edinburgh on 11th May, then possibly Perth, then across to Oban and Mull. More details as they emerge, but if anyone wants to meet up let me know.