|Thank you, Google Maps!|
The first day of our trip we set off and drove - well, Bill drove - about 200 miles. In the old motorhome, that's about enough.
US readers will think that's quite wimpy, perhaps, but British roads are nothing like those in the US, and aren't likely ever to be.
|I think that's meant to be a herb garden.|
Small roads that pass farm houses by a few feet have gradually grown into massive main roads. I often wonder about the air quality it some of those houses and how do the residents sleep with the noise and the worry that some lorry might come crashing through their bedroom one night?
|I just liked how they did the front door...|
At one place on the M62 in Yorkshire there is a whole farm in the 'central reservation' of the motorway.
|Terraced cottages with thatched roof covered in chicken wire.|
Roundabouts at junctions both facilitate and slow the traffic. At really large ones with nothing coming, a car can almost zip straight over, but anything like a lorry or camper van has to slow to make the curves. We were travelling mid-day. The best that can be said for UK roads is that billboards aren't allowed.
|Another version of the scarecrow?|
North and South
In a previous post I mentioned Gaskell's book of this name and Susan Partlan commented on having seen a BBC TV production. The book is about attitudes in 1855 concerning social class and about manufacturing in particular. The world has moved on considerably in the past 150 years or so, but there are still significant differences in the North and South of England in work, wealth, weather, health, politics, religion, you name it.
|Romantic window on the Water Close cottages... If it had been 'closet' it would|
have been a romantic loo...
I expect the North would love to still have that 'stigma' associated with manufacturing...at least they could have jobs. Hard to believe that such a small place (England is roughly 500 miles NE to SW) could have such differences. Just remember all roads lead to London.
|Bill commented on the tiny stones that made up this wall.|
This isn't really a photo of a Norman church. It's
actually a photo of BLUE SKY!
We stayed just the one night at Houghton. Bill was pleased to learn the caravan site managers were thrilled to see our ancient bus; apparently ours is a rare breed.
|And I complain about the maintenance costs on our house...|
The caravan site sits behind a National Trust property, Houghton Mill. We didn't go inside as the outside was sufficiently attractive for us.
|Another sideways front door.|
We took a walk as the rain had abated and found people behaving in a village-y fashion, having a BBQ fundraiser for their church. On the village 'green' under the old clock tower (with a thatched roof). You can't get much village-y-er than that!
|Yes, I still get excited about fonts...|
This is one of the main attractions that the Womens Institute holds for me, being about to walk over to the parish hall and do something village-y.
|Ahhh... the smell of sausages!|
It would be better if I'd known everyone in the room for 30 years. That will of course take time; I just hope everyone stays put (as if...).
The Norman (Anglican) church was of particular interest, not just because of the tiny stones that were used in its construction, but because the spire was of two separate periods, the top part obviously (to him) having been added later.
Houghton is in Cambridgeshire, which though not one of the Home Counties of vernacular geography (I learned a new phrase there) is about an hour on the train to London. On our return stop there Bill commented that most of the residents at 8pm seemed to either be cycling home from work or going for a jog. That's what affluent folks do down South, apparently.