Today, we had a pleasant stroll through the old but lovely village of Hognaston. I really love quaint little villages like this.
Firstly, we called in at St Bartholomew's Church that dates back to the 12th Century.
The sun was out, so some nice shadows appeared, cast from the row of lime trees on the path leading up to the church.
Inside the foyer of the church there was a food bank collection. It's a shame that even though we are a relatively wealthy country, people still have to rely on food donations, while the rich get richer.
The church was locked so we sauntered down the road. Next to the village bench, we found a stone memorial inscribed to the 'past, present and future of the village community’ with a sundial and time capsule on top. Around the side, there were the names of all the village residents that were living in the village in 2000, the millennium year.
I really like these old, battered part corrugated iron and part wooden sheds. Great colour as well.
We found a public footpath leading to an old school that now looks like it has been converted into a private house. The footpath actually goes down the side of the house and into the resident's back garden, which then leads into a field. Even though we had a right of way, it seemed strange walking into someone's garden, so we double backed onto the road.
At the bottom of the road was the Primitive Methodist Chapel that was built in 1827 and rebuilt in 1898, with a Sunday School adjoining it. I'm not sure whether it is still in use or not, but it is still in good condition. Source
Overall, Hognaston was a lovely little village with old stone cottages and quiet country lanes.
