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| + | == Shell Cottage == | ||
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| + | We spent the second night in a spot which we found on our way, looking for a nice place to stay. The location was wonderful, with a beautiful manor (pictured below), a cottage—both named "shell"—and other nearby properties of exaggerated luxury and wealth. The best part was however the ford, which one has to cross through. We also got a good fright later in the night as someone parked on the other parking spot and was using scissors to apparently scarify their legs, which decided us to leave, although they went before we could get ready to depart (possibly unaware of our presence), so we finally stayed. We tested the [[Campercita|campervan]]'s newly installed converter there but with little success as [[Theseus]]'s battery quickly drained the battery. | ||
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| + | File:ShellCottage-8Feb20-1.jpg|The Shell manor. | ||
| + | File:ShellCottage-8Feb20-2.jpg|We spent the night by this ford. The Shell cottage is up the road on the left. | ||
| + | File:ShellCottage-8Feb20-3.jpg|Julia peeking into Fabrice's book (from a blind pick in a national trust bookshop). | ||
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| + | == Hanbury hall == | ||
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| + | We had our last stop in the park of Himley Hall, walking by the lake and getting up to the bridge. The Hall itself, although the prettiest sight, was not opened to visit at this time. | ||
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Clent Hills, Hanbury hall & Himley park
Clent Hills
A 7.7km circular walk
in 3h40 with a visit of Clent's church (and a fail attempt to eat at the Vine Inn, though we would achieve that on the next day). It is the most popular hillwalking site and even non-paying attraction in the Worcestershire area [1] and was indeed quite busy when we visited, despite storm Dennis passing by. The Clent Hills are named after the village Clent that sits in between the hills, itself formerly Klinter (cliff). The church was very pretty, with a glass cross to commemorate apparently a representation of Jesus Christ superstar there. The Clent Hills are also the placed where a Saint (Kenelm) was murdered.
On the top of Walton hill.
The suburbs of Birmingham in sight (probably Halesowen).
Closer, a British farm (high Hartcourt farm), between Walton & Clent hills.
A cross Dyke believed to be a defensive feature from ancient Britons against the romans.
According to the national trust, it is now thought this ditch is a hollow way, a well worn track, which passed alongside a long disappeared cattle inclosure.
Maybe the most iconic view from the Clent hills.
Elena and Julia posing by.
With Grelot.
Getting down from the Walton towards the "real" Clent Hills, with the Vine Inn on the right.
Running down the hills.
Clent's church, Saint Leonard.
Elena in the church garden.
Julia picking up flowers.
Peaceful atmosphere.
Inside, with a beautiful medieval chancel roof .
A nearby Clent brick-house.
Back to the hills.
Now in the authentic Clent ones.
With again benches awaiting.
The Four stones.
Shell Cottage
We spent the second night in a spot which we found on our way, looking for a nice place to stay. The location was wonderful, with a beautiful manor (pictured below), a cottage—both named "shell"—and other nearby properties of exaggerated luxury and wealth. The best part was however the ford, which one has to cross through. We also got a good fright later in the night as someone parked on the other parking spot and was using scissors to apparently scarify their legs, which decided us to leave, although they went before we could get ready to depart (possibly unaware of our presence), so we finally stayed. We tested the campervan's newly installed converter there but with little success as Theseus's battery quickly drained the battery.
The Shell manor.
We spent the night by this ford. The Shell cottage is up the road on the left.
Julia peeking into Fabrice's book (from a blind pick in a national trust bookshop).
Hanbury hall
Himley park
We had our last stop in the park of Himley Hall, walking by the lake and getting up to the bridge. The Hall itself, although the prettiest sight, was not opened to visit at this time.