According to my guide book, the onward route from The Barge Inn towards Marden begins by breaking into what appears to be a private yard next to the old pumping station. Instead of climbing over the fence, I stroll on through Honeystreet - what there is of it - to join the way via a path between houses about half a mile further on. The hamlet consists essentially of a row of spaced out dwellings along a single side of the road and I am now passing behind them. Already, the ca

Sunday, October 3rd. 9am. For the 22 year old John Aubrey, stumbling across them on a mid-winter rabbit hunt in 1649, they "[did] as much...

On Saturday, October 2nd, I wake up to a sky that looks almost impossibly grey after the warm autumnal hues of the previous evening....