Today I checked out of Cambridge and met Viv, my driver and guide. She trained for two years to be a registered tour guide and drives a Land Rover, an unusually large vehicle for here. We were on our way to Kentwell Hall, an old (1490ish) place bought in the 1970s by a family with the ambition and money to refurbish it, and they live there some of the time. On the way she took me to a little village full of half-timbered Tudor houses and a church larger than you would think they need, which has to do with the wealth that wool brought to local landowners.
There are still houses with thatched roofs, many covered in chicken wire and gently rotting. You can't replace them with a different kind of roof, and insurance companies don't want to cover them for fire.
Kentwell was nearly deserted, tourist-wise. We had tickets and maps, but there was nothing to prevent us from wandering off the paths between outbuildings, or even in the home.
This little building is lifted on staddles to keep out vermin
Tiny ponies! They make Shorty seem huge
The moat was full of carp and ducklings
Rose petals
Recognize this guy? This is a 20th century bathroom sometimes used by guests
After Kentwell, Viv drove us to Lavenham, another village full of REALLY wonky old homes. This is 16th century or so.
The Guildhall
Wood pigeon, the most common bird I see and hear
A local furniture maker was famous for signing his work with a carved mouse. When you watch as many reruns of the UK Antiques Roadshow as I have, you recognize these things. And yes, the carpet is purple and green plaid.
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