Saturday, 16 April 2016

The Five Churches Walk

Kngfisher Class, along with Nicky, Mrs Dunnett and Mr. Goodliffe, set out at 9.30am with overcast skies threatening a drop or two of rain.  We quickly got the first of the five churches under our belt - All Saints Church at Gresham - and then made our way up Fairies Lane and towards Mill Lane (more of a track than a lane!).  

We listened to the Chiffchaff calling out its name to us and spotted signs of game-keeping. Deer leapt out of our way and pheasants made a swift get away as we approached.

With some expert navigators in our midst we were soon reaching Aylmerton's St. John the Baptist Church.

A quick snack later and we were again on our way, this time towards St. Margarets Church in Felbrigg Park.  We compared the three churches that we had visited so far: round towers, square towers, knapped flints and flint blocks.

Back to Felbrigg Hall and lunch.  Thanks to the kindness and generosity of the National Trust we were able to have an indoor lunch stop, rather than out in the, now constant, rain.

After lunch we had a change of navigator and Amber showed us her skills as she swiftly had us on our way.  Over fields that had turned to an 'ice' rink of slippery mud.  The clay clung heavily to our once new walking boots, Pearl noted the change from brilliant white to a rapidly changing shade of brown.
After sometime spent slipping and sliding we finally reached Metton and St. Andrew's Church.

One church to go.  Quickly we moved on, aware of our slowing speed due to the tricky conditions but with a desire to get back to a warm dry school as quickly as possible. 

After several more slippery fields we eventually reached Sustead and the church of St. Peter and St. Paul, another round tower church, though at this stage I don't think we even noticed this.

Mr. Coles took the lead for a quickening of the pace, only to be replaced, as we neared Gresham, by Harley.  He insisted he knew the way from here having often walked his dog in these parts... as the mud grew deeper we wondered if we would ever get back to school.
Suddenly, as we crossed a small stream, Josh (who, along with Ziggy, had been jogging all the way from Felbrigg) exclaimed "I know where we are!"  Within 5 minutes we were back at school.  

We had been out for five and a half hours; had walked just over 10 miles and visited 5 Norfolk churches.  Now 27 soggy, mud plastered children collapsed in a heap; pleased to be back to school.  Well done everyone!

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