We set a little late for our early morning walk as Louise had to be at the house at 9:00 am to meet the insurance adjuster. They were finally picking up Jeff's car for evaluation and, hopefully, repair rather that right-off. Ten days after the accident!!! Their insurance policy allows them a rental car, but that isn't supplied until after the adjuster has picked up the car. Insurance companies, they are so happy to take your money and so full of assurances that if a claim is made it will be handled rapidly with little disruption in your life. Yeah right. They are spawns of the devil! They judge not on moral or ethical grounds; their guiding light is ''how can we get out of paying this claim.''
Sorry for the venting, feels better now that I got that out of my system, but it doesn't change my opinion of them.
We chose a new route today, we were going to walk on the Estate of Lord De Ramsey; as near as I can understand, although he owns huge tracks of land, this is his personal home and grounds.
Sue and Louise (a.k.a The Ladies) have just left the main road through the village and are heading down Moat Lane. The Three Horseshoes pub is to our left.
Moat Lane
Scenes after we left Moat lane for a footpath.
An interesting approach to having water in freezing weather.
Coming up on Abbots Ripton Hall
As close as I dare get to the front of the Hall. Not to sure how the staff would treat a colonial tourist.
Nice to know
The game-keepers house.
We are now off the estate and passing through the Wennington. As I walk along the roads I like to think I am a friendly sort of person, so I usually wave to drivers of oncoming cars. During this walk I remarked to The Ladies that the drivers didn't seem too friendly as they did not acknowledge my waves. Sue suggested it was because I was in shorts and they thought I was gay. Louise put it down to sun shining off of my lily white skinny chicken legs that blinded the drivers to my waves.
Now to briefly jump ahead a couple of days, I retraced the steps of our walk with the addition of one variable, long pants - it was too coll for shorts that day, and the elimination of two variables, The Ladies. For every wave I gave I received either a wave in return, or a smile and a nod of the head. One more walk around the estate with long pants and The Ladies will confirm why the drivers did not wave on the first walk; either it was the presence of the ladies or it was my skinny, white chicken legs. Stay tuned
John and Pippa Hemsley's 800 year old house.
Nice to see that the church is still involved with the education of children.
And so home. The Merry Men (a group of volunteers at St George's Cathedral in Kingston, Ontario that fix things around the cathedral) should take note that the clock in the tower of St Andrew's Abbots Ripton does work and keeps excellent time. Perhaps David McTavish could add clock repair to his little black book.
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