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Thursday, January 3, 2008

A Cold New Year

On New years day and I was determined to have a trip out and thought about Sandringham and Hunstanton. The weather was cold, grey and trying to rain. We eventually headed off in the opposite direction into Northamptonshire. I'd read about a country pub called The King's Head' in a small village called Wadenhoe. A quick telephone call to check that they were open and serving lunches before we left confirmed they were doing an 'all you can eat' buffet lunch. Sounded a good spread and so we decided to give it a try.
I like the Northamptonshire country side. Gentle green rolling hills. Trees and hedgerows lining the country lanes. Pretty villages with stone cottages and thatched roofs.
The light misty fog shrouding Peterborough lifted as we travelled westwards but the heavy grey clouds remained. Despite the greyness I find I can appreciate the colours in the countryside whatever the weather. The bright green lichen covering the barks of trees in the road side copses. The ochres of the dead summer hedgerow plants and the dark umber of the teasel heads standing proud of all the other dying plants. Wadenhoe is a typical small Northamptonshire village. A pretty village built completely of limestone with a smattering of thatched roofs. Not a red brick to be seen. The Pub, The Kings Head is at the end of a small lane by the River Nene. The Nene flows through Peterborough but here is a very different side of the Nene meandering through the country side. The Pub has a meadow leading down to the waters edge. In summer it comes into it's own being a welcoming 'watering hole' along a country walk known as 'The Nene Way'.
The Pub was warm welcoming with a roaring log fire. The luncheon buffet spread was extremely good and we had a good feast. I had a chance to look at the normal weekday and Sunday menu. Very good it looked. Definitely a Pub to make a return visit to. The pub was not quite the last building in the lane. That was a well kept little Community hall where Cream Teas are served in the summer to the walkers and ramblers on the Nene Way. The track goes off from the end of the lane up a small but steepish hill where the village church sits at the top.
We decided not to tackle the walk then as we were not dressed for rambling but made a mental note that it was one for a later date.



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