80. The Langleys walk

In the warmer months, gardening and cycling are my favoured outdoors pursuits. But when autumn and winter bed in, I try to walk every day. No more than 5 minutes from our house is The Langleys, a country estate dating back to the early 18th century.

I tend to enter the grounds through the southern gate, past this lodge. Latin translation reads: “To be, rather than to seem”.

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The photos were taken in the order that the walk unravels. One of the delights of this stroll from April to early October is the cows. A local farmer rents much of the fielded areas for his herd.

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The main building is listed Grade 1. The Tufnell family owns the estate. They keep a very low profile. I’m glad it’s open to the public. Dog walkers are warned to pick up all excrement.

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The trees across the estate are stunningly gorgeous.

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Above is the West Lodge, where I turn sharp right.

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The cow shit produces brilliant autumn mushrooms.

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The path heads back towards the main house.

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The barn below is empty. Maureen reckons it could be a thriving tea shop and craft centre. Maybe. It would spoil the blissful sense of peace.

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This house opposite the barn enchants me. The tenant left several months ago. I feel a sense of magic whenever I pass. Living there with a log fire roaring and the sound of the nearly river would suit.

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The path leads past the house, down to a small bridge over the River Chelmer.

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On ‘Brexit’ day in June 2016, and the following few days, the Biblical storms that erupted sent a raging torrent across this small weir.

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Kids find this old building spooky.

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Children like to play poo-sticks from the bridge.

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If elves and faeries exist, I reckon this little area will be one of their strongholds.

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The path flattens out here and runs east.

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The Essex Way footpath branches off left. The estate path swings right, out to the North Lodge, less than half a mile away.

 

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Below are my favourite two trees. How many years have they been companions?.

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In early spring, an owl could be heard most evenings along the path below.

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Heading back now. I love this spot.

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I usually exit at the gate below, and walk back into Great Waltham.

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Good eh? I also like this walk at night.

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