The Market Harborough Round (8) Stoke Albany & Ashley

 

I knew this was a mistake from the minute we set off. the drizzle although light was well established. The weather forecast gave little cause for optimism, a worsening picture. It would be good to get some fresh air though surely? I'm at a party later and need to work up a thirst. Convinced we set off regardless, putting aside the fact that I have a history at Stoke Albany of getting soaked. This is only a short walk of about 6 miles, joining up a couple of points on the Market Harborough Round that were previously not joined.   

We get parked up at the back of the parish Church of St Botolph's. The current building on the site dates from the late 13th Century and was restored in the 19th. We are heading in the direction of 'Ashley' a pretty stone village of just over 200 people nestling in the Welland Valley, surrounded by farmland and gentle rolling hills. 

Ashley is on the northern edge of Northamptonshire, adjoining Leicestershire with the county of Rutland very close by. A picturesque if tricky footbridge sets us on our way. It is literally just fields with the odd farm building. Farming and its related services are no longer the main source of occupation in this rural community. Only two farmers remain resident and active in the village. Quite surprising really given just how agricultural the area is. 

A model Red Kite is bellowing in the wind. Causing a lot of confusion to a real Red Kite. I'm not quite sure of It's purpose at all? Further ahead we come across several 'Martins' swooping and circling. I've researched the matter and can now confirm the collective noun for 'Martins' is a ' richness'.

The second part of the walk I have done before as we circle back towards Stoke Albany. At the top of the hill is an interesting fingerpost/signpost that points in six different directions. A traditional type of sign used in the UK and are used to mark the beginning of a footpath, bridleway or similar public path.

Umbrella Time

 

Chicory Flower

 Things have deteriorated to such a level that the multi coloured umbrella has had to come out. My feet are also soaking wet too. We pass by the golf club where I found all the golf balls last time. A diversion is made to avoid the mud this time. The car park is empty too! Clearly fair-weather gofers rather than fairway golfers. As much as I enjoy being outside, it has been a struggle. One day I shall come out this way again when the weather forecast is set fair!