An Interesting Little Accident.

Yesterday our legs were not feeling up to a long walk so we decided to do a little loop walk out from here to a nearby settlement and back. About half way there we found the track blocked and had to improvise so we followed a little lane without really knowing where we were headed and ended up in a minuscule place called Lower Lemington. The only thing there was a tiny church, and it was one of the oldest churches we have ever been in.

The original nave was built during the reign of William The Conqueror, in the 1070's with a Saxon archway into the chancel. The little place was nestled into the earth and felt as though it had grown there. There was a sign there that said Lower Lemington had a population of 15 in 1086 and 16 in 1986. A neighbouring village of Upper Lemington had been purchased in the 1600's by a Lord who turfed all of the inhabitants and destroyed all of the buildings and turned it into a sheep pasture. Ah the heart warming stories of old.

The road leading into Lower Lemington is no wider than the Happy Trails in High River with two way traffic. It is situated on The Fosse Way an ancient Roman road that was originally a ditch used to protect the Roman holdings from the local warlords and those pesky Welsh folk.

We sat for a while in the church yard and then wandered back through the countryside to our quiet modern life in Morton in Marsh.