This is the newer part of the village; actually Primethorpe.
In the 80s, a new road bisected Sutton from Broughton and Primethorpe and the original road leading to the turnpike to Coventry was closed (in favour of the new bypass). This left Sutton isolated as a hamlet with a single cul de sac road.However, all this is leading to this morning when, following a blustery, wet night, the day dawned bright and rainwashed, a bit cold in the wind, but not bad for January.
As Molly the spaniel and I went for our morning walk, I thought how beautiful the 'ordinary' English countryside really is.
Behind the village, the view over to Croft Hill (a granodiorite plug) where the first English Parliament met, is always a treat, and the valley in between, properly known as the Guthlaxton Gap, now dotted with settlements, is typical of the Leicestershire topography, soft and rolling.
The footpath leads past Messenger's Barn to Narborough,m then across the turnpike to Huncote, Cosby and Thurlaston.
The shallow, wide glacial valley behind the village is populated with a number of dairy farms and a couple of livery stables, but in the whole scheme of things, they don't dominate the landscape like arable farms with their fields full of barley, wheat and bright yellow rape. Only the neat hedges divide the countryside into walkable portions.
The bright Winter sun delineates the buildings sharply. this is the back of the Old Rectory and the Thatched Cottage, both just behind our cottage.
This is the field the Baptist Chapel intend to turn into a car park. I might mourn the loss of another field, but first of all, it's only rough grazing land and most of all, it will take much, if not all, of the opportunist parking that makes life difficult for those of us who live close by, especially Mrs R, who goes off the church in Huncote and comes back to find the road blocked and her usual parking space full.
This is not a reason to be cheerful. I did say it was a wet night. I suppose this villager is grateful that he decided to put raised beds in his allotment. At least they aren't flooded.
As we come back into the village, the parked cars are everywhere (Victorian Baptist Chapel on the right behind the graveyard).
More, and yet more cars parked all over the grass verge and footpath.
I can't wait for the new car park.
The shallow, wide glacial valley behind the village is populated with a number of dairy farms and a couple of livery stables, but in the whole scheme of things, they don't dominate the landscape like arable farms with their fields full of barley, wheat and bright yellow rape. Only the neat hedges divide the countryside into walkable portions.
The bright Winter sun delineates the buildings sharply. this is the back of the Old Rectory and the Thatched Cottage, both just behind our cottage.
This is the field the Baptist Chapel intend to turn into a car park. I might mourn the loss of another field, but first of all, it's only rough grazing land and most of all, it will take much, if not all, of the opportunist parking that makes life difficult for those of us who live close by, especially Mrs R, who goes off the church in Huncote and comes back to find the road blocked and her usual parking space full.
This is not a reason to be cheerful. I did say it was a wet night. I suppose this villager is grateful that he decided to put raised beds in his allotment. At least they aren't flooded.
As we come back into the village, the parked cars are everywhere (Victorian Baptist Chapel on the right behind the graveyard).
More, and yet more cars parked all over the grass verge and footpath. I can't wait for the new car park.
I just hope the congregation will actually use it!
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