Today’s loop surprised me. I was expecting to enjoy yesterday’s loop more, which is why I took it first - there was at least the chance that we’d get rain today and I’d only get one loop in. We did get a bit of precipitation first thing this morning but it moved on by around nine and left a partly overcast but perfectly rideable day behind. And to my surprise, today’s ride was the more interesting of the two overall.
About half of the ride was in the AONB, and as expected it was moderately hilly with views from the top that rewarded the work getting there. The surprise though was with the first twelve miles spent on a loop southeast of town outside the scenic area. I picked this route to have a look at the ruins of Bolingbroke Castle, the only site that warrants a mention on Google’s map. The castle is interesting enough - what’s left of it anyway, which is very little - but other unexpected discoveries along the way really enriched the ride.
There was about a mile of this loose gravel, which I think may have been a resurfacing project in progress. The surface was easy enough to ride on though.
I don’t remember seeing this before. It’s a Buddleja (butterfly bush), but a hybrid. Interestingly, it was developed in England - down in Dorset just after WWI.
What’s left of Bolingbroke Castle, built in 1220. Its big claim to fame is that King Henry IV was born here in 1367. Matters went steadily downhill in the centuries since. We’re looking here at the main entrance to the castle, with the two low mounds being the location of the towers that rose on either side of the gate.
In what’s turning into a good day for plant life, here’s another new one. It’s growing at the edge of this small pond, at a low spot in what was originally the castle moat.
Just above the ruined castle is St. Peter & St. Paul’s Church. Here we’re looking angain across the old moat, which you’ll see is lined with willowherb.
There are so many villages and named places set close together here, most of them probably very old based on their names anyway. They likely date back to Viking or Saxon times where the village name has the suffix “by”, meaning a village or settlement.
I mostly just biked through these small villages, typically filled with fairly modern structures. The public fountain in Lusby caught my attention though.
I didn’t want to disturb the sheep and wasn’t even sure that door was the actual entrance to the church, so after walking around the grounds I headed back to the bike. I’m stopped though by the man living across the street, who said the church is normally unlocked and encouraged me to go inside. He helpfully went first, dislodging the sheep and closing the door after me to keep it out.
The interior. The church has suffered some significant modification, with both original doors being replaced by the tacked on entryway I came in through.
The last four miles back to town are all downhill except for this stretch of barricaded road that Rachel tried to warn me about because she got stopped coming in from the other direction. There’s a road closure sign a way back and up, but I had to see for myself.
Graham FinchIt's the general sentiment of looking in these old places without any real purpose or expert knowledge... no offence :) Reply to this comment 3 months ago
Scott AndersonTo Graham FinchSo not the sheep then. Sorry, it’s my warped sense of humor.
It’s a lovely poem, one I haven’t read before - and the B&W video gives it the perfect tone. Thanks for passing it on. I found it very easy to relate to. Reply to this comment 2 months ago