Last Saturday I drove to Greensted where I angle-parked the car by the ancient Saxon church.
After visiting the allegedly oldest wooden church in the world, as a result of dendrological analysis,
I walked along the footpaths in sweet, uneventful countryside, beloved by the late poet laureate Sir John Betjeman, to Ongar.
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| What a beautiful day it was! |
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| Thorndon Hall is just about visible from the Essex Way |
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| The privately run railway was operating this Saturday. |
To be continued, in part two.
At Chipping Ongar there are the remains of a motte and bailey castle,
and a footpath lead me to an eleventh century church, close to the centre of the town.
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