FULL OF BEANS
The strange tower of Beeby church Just outside Hungarton I cross what I guess are the remains of real ridge and furrow strips, judging by the sizeable mounds where the plough would have turned. They remind me of the excellent, rather moving Michael Wood TV series of the early 10s in which he tells British history from the point of view of the village of Kibworth Beauchamp, not so far from here. Next comes a negotiation of unexpected footpath alterations by the landowners at Waterloo Lodge Farm, possibly not officially sanctioned, to allow what from their point of view are sensible divisions of grazing for their various equestrian clients. No help to walkers though, as we work out the deviations from the OS for ourselves. Beyond the road there’s a jolly footpath, mostly nicely cut as a swathe through ripening wheat, which takes me to Beeby. Along the way, where a house’s paddock is being cut by a chap who looks less than overjoyed that a PROW passes through his property, ...