Winmarleigh. More Photos.

Leaving the cars in a Lay by next to the canal bridge we joined the tow path and headed south. We were not going far along the canal. but do we part company here, or is it the next bridge? John consults his map. No'p not this'n, must be next'n. Carry on lads.

Na then, 66? Yep route 66, this is the reight'n

Wild flowers adorn the verge of our path.

We stopped for our must have morning brew overlooking wide open countryside We set off again along a short but very overgrown path where stinging nettles were concealed among the long grasses, waiting to ambush our bare legs. A stile at the end of the path once crossed, opened out onto a large stretch of open land belonging to an agricultural machinery business.

Several miles further on, oh yeh! we stopped for lunch on the bank of a small stagnant but very pretty waterway.

Leaving the waterway behind we arrived at a quaint little bridge,
 where we stopped for a bridge shot. (John's photos). We then walked up a long drive which led to a des res. No signs inviting weary travellers to come in and have a coffee were to be seen, so we followed the footpath that led round the outside of the property.

If anyone is in need of about 50 large drainage pipes, I think I know where they would be able to get them at a bargain price.

We came to the village of Winmarleigh. The area was bought by
John Wilson Patten, who later became Lord Winmarleigh, in the early 18th century. Winmarleigh Hall was originally built in 1871 but was destroyed by fire in 1927, and completely rebuilt.
Country churches with grave yards invariably have a seat or two in them, and St Lukes was no exception. So in true meandethals fashion we parked ourselves and had a final coffee stop.

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The Reddway family, owners of Winmarleigh Hall for over a century, obviously wanted to make a statement.

A short walk across a couple of fields brought us back to the canal bridge, where we were all supplied with a glass of shandy by Martin. Cheers Martin.
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