Lacock Abbey & Surrounding Area
We then crossed over a road and into a wooded area. Our path brought us out on the verge of a ploughed field. The mist in the distance complimented an already magnificent landscape as it rose up towards Naish Hill. We were on our way to a towpath that ran along side an old canal. I wanted this route to run alongside water in one way or another because fellow rambler Mark has yet to see a Kingfisher. The scene was set, we had water, we had trees and it was quiet and clear-ish. Maybe today will be the day?
There was a notice board to the left of the bridge that explained about the ongoing work that was being done to the canal to bring it back to its former glory. It is a nice stretch of waterway and once its complete I would imagine it will link up to more established routes. It did say on the board that there were two world war II pill boxes close by but having had a bit of scout round we could not see them. We carried on up the path seeing different states of management on the canal. There were parts that appeared quite shallow and full of weeds yet other sections were wide and deeper.
Hung up on the trees were various bird boxes and feeding apparatus. There was even a box for bats but unfortunately nothing for the Kingfisher. It was along here that our path was to fork off in the opposite direction of the canal. However taken in by the beauty of the towpath and the restoration process of the canal I completely missed the path. There was a point that the land had been raised and sleepers put down indicating a crossing which I think is the place we should have crossed but in my head I just thought that it was access for farmers. If you are doing this walk watch out for this. In true rambler style we carried on right up to Pewsham Locks where we realised we had made the error.
Our footpath took us across another field full of sheep and their young. The fence was electrified which since the Charmy down incident I have a more heightened fear of. When I seem to cross any electrified fence the other two look on in anticipation hoping that I slip up and get a whack, its like an ongoing joke. Well I made it out of the field without being attacked by a sheep or zapped by a fence - win win!
We continued along the path which went around the boundary of Bowden Park. This brought us out on to the main road that runs into Lacock. Opposite was quite an ornate church with a strange spire. On our side of the road was a small stone building that looked quite spooky.