Where hurricanes hardly ever happen....
At the weekend I went walking with my friends, Frances and Trevor, in Ashwell, a pretty little village in north-east Hertfordshire. We had a light lunch in the Rose and Crown (very good) and set off to circumnavigate the village on footpaths, bridleways, byways and lanes. Sunday was a very fine spring day, with virtually no wind and lots of sunshine. There was plenty of birdsong and someone spotted a skylark. We had Ashwell church with it odd little spire in view most of the time. We followed the Icknield Way up Ash Hill, where we had a superb panorama of at least three counties; the transmitter at Sandy to the north, west to the Greensand ridge across Bedfordshire and the Sharpenhoe Clappers and east to the not so pretty cement factory in Cambridgeshire. We had a well-deserved cuppa in the Three Tuns, Ashwell’s other hostelry. After 5½ miles we were too knackered to explore the village but you can see what it looks like with some pictures I took on a previous visit with Noddy. There is a town trail available, taking in the village green by the church, an old watermill, the town lock up and the village pond with stepping stones, which is the source of the River Rhee, a tributory of the Cam and some very interesting old buildings on the main street.
At the weekend I went walking with my friends, Frances and Trevor, in Ashwell, a pretty little village in north-east Hertfordshire. We had a light lunch in the Rose and Crown (very good) and set off to circumnavigate the village on footpaths, bridleways, byways and lanes. Sunday was a very fine spring day, with virtually no wind and lots of sunshine. There was plenty of birdsong and someone spotted a skylark. We had Ashwell church with it odd little spire in view most of the time. We followed the Icknield Way up Ash Hill, where we had a superb panorama of at least three counties; the transmitter at Sandy to the north, west to the Greensand ridge across Bedfordshire and the Sharpenhoe Clappers and east to the not so pretty cement factory in Cambridgeshire. We had a well-deserved cuppa in the Three Tuns, Ashwell’s other hostelry. After 5½ miles we were too knackered to explore the village but you can see what it looks like with some pictures I took on a previous visit with Noddy. There is a town trail available, taking in the village green by the church, an old watermill, the town lock up and the village pond with stepping stones, which is the source of the River Rhee, a tributory of the Cam and some very interesting old buildings on the main street.
Ashwell Museum
River Rhee
Town Lock Up
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