Visiting family this weekend and having a car to take them out we went to visit a National Trust site called Lacock Abbey on Saturday Afternoon. Although the weather was not very nice i.e. Grey, cold and bitter northerly wind so no spring in the air, it was an interesting visit with much to look at including a museum and Abbey. The village is part of a wider NT estate with the Abbey that was once and Nunnery and the surrounding lands. It has been kept free of modern commerce by and large and for this reason it also has much TV and film location work carried out there for period and costume dramas as it is pretty much kept in a form that can be used without too much radical alteration for these types of productions. One of it’s claims to fame is its the home of the birth of modern film photography and Fox Talbot probably would have been amazed and some what puzzled at the volume of people using extensions of his ideas and technologies to take selfies. The chatter of shutter lenses was ever present and I can’t imagine what it would be like in the height of summer as even on that biting day there were bus loads of people wandering around taking hundreds of pictures and videos. I do sometimes wonder if they are actually looking around at the buildings and scenery or just box ticking the list off. Maybe I am the strange one.
From this picturesque scene I climbed away from the ford and the village and was lead to the out skirts of the village where at a boundary gate, this one generically called a kissing gate, I by sheer guess work and seeing distant fellow travellers navigated a circular route following a small river back to my original location. Pretty much every village in England has a meandering circular walk with ancient walk ways interlinked and cutting tangents over the landscape and as everything appears to be so close it always seems to me ones final destination is just round the corner. Well certainly in most parts of southern England anyway.
Sunday saw an early start and a journey that would end up taking way longer and not actually reaching its goal. Suffice to say I was attempting to reach Dundas Aqueduct near Limply Stoke on the Kennett and Avon Canal. However after a bit of a diversion and realising that I was really taking a lot longer than planned or expected I decided to turned for home at the 5 mile mark. Why is it that it always seems quicker when one is homeward bound.. On the outbound trek it was quiet and pretty much un-disturbed apart from the occasional runner or cyclist also out on there early morning exercises. But the return leg was a far busier one with a myriad of people walking dogs, running groups, people out for a potter, fishermen, kayakers, day cruisers and general on the cutters not to mention the people appearing bleary eyed from depths of boats and people starting to carry out needed repairs. The smell of breakfasts just urged me on and the thought of mine on my return. Canals have always held a fascination with me and the fact that the wend there way around the countryside pretty much un-noticed now where as in days gone by there were the industrial motorways of the country is just amazing to me and the fact we take for granted as something that has always been part of our landscape with its simplicity could have effected the modern world so much. I could go on for ages but I won’t but it’s something I want to explore more this years so expect more photos from the “cut”