However, I remembered that although I've cycled through Thorpe village often enough, I've never run there, so I decided that was the way to go. Especially as I had previously noted that there was a footpath leading out of the village that I could explore and thus avoid having to retrace my route back, something very very OCD brain hates me doing.
I hadn't even got to the village when on arriving at the Farndon A46 flyover, I had the joy of spotting a lapwing engaging in a tumbling courtship flight, although I couldn't spot who he was trying to impress; and then as I got nearer, a small flock of swallows swooped above, seemingly heading for Thorpe as well while a group of their cousins sat rather more lazily on a telegraph wire.
I wished as I was sat up there with them. The journey seemed so much shorter on a bicycle.
Thorpe is a tiny hamlet, with a population of less than 100, but it's been around a long time. Henry Tudor raised his standard here to prior to the War of the Roses battle at East Stoke about a mile to the south-west, and supposedly there were Roman artefacts and a fortress named "Ad Pontem" nearby (Ad Pontem = To the Bridge???). The Fosseway would have passed through the area, and there have been many such finds around Newark.
The church of Saint Laurence stands within the settlement, behind a somewhat intimidating horsey type residence. All around are houses I could never afford in a thousand lifetimes, and no matter how pretty a place it is - and the old houses are not so old on closer inspection - there's no pub, and no shop and a very long hike to either.
Speaking of hiking, so many public paths are incredibly badly marked in the Newark area it's untrue. As I ran out of the village, figuring I would be able to get home through the fields as a path was indicated, I found myself running along the edge of farmer's fields thinking I was perhaps technically trespassing. And then I would come across a yellow arrow in the middle of nowhere, and you would follow where it pointed for a bit until you came to the edge of a field, then nothing! Had the same problem when running to Southwell last autumn.
Thus I found myself running underneath a 300 foot wind turbine, probably not recommended.
I didn't get chopped up like ham by a stray blade however, and made it home safe after covering 9 miles. Now I know why those Tour de France cyclists have massages all the time.
|Suppose this will be Thorpe village, then|
|Yours for more money than you'll ever have|
|Private pond, complete with squabbling canada geese and goslings|
|St Laurence Church|
|The Manor House, now a posh B and B I think|
|Still plenty of blossom here|
|Busy blossom customer|
|For some reason I always like to see these village info boards|
|Quo Vadis? across the empty fields|
|Oil seed rape|
|Steps not for tired legs|
|Found near home, clumps of this speedwell like stuff|
|Hello! It's a tawny mining bee!|
|Love these colours|