12th May 2020

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Today we visited Ixworth, I have to say I had no idea it was such a pretty village hence more photos and a longer description than usual.

We started at the church of St Mary with its war memorial in front and weathered gravestones at the back. Clematis tumbled into the churchyard and a thrush briefly hopped about in the shadows.

In the High Street are rows of houses of many different styles and colours. The oddly named Pykkerell Inn sits close to the church. I wonder what a Pykkerell is? I also wonder why something that looks like a chess piece is painted on a wall.

A pretty pink cottage dates back to the 15th century. We wander on along a shaded footpath that takes us past a big yellow house with an almost pristine football pitch sized lawn. We pass a small watering hole and see trees barred behind a gate. Another gate is sealed with barbed wire. Open fields and fields framed by trees. A gate is reflected and a blackcap sings us a song. Dog roses, backlit and front lit.

A pretty thatched house, sort of round, certainly not square. The old school with its grey bricks looks bleak as do the barred windows of The Primitive Methodist Church. Unusual to see metal doors, the red and yellow gate ornate but less unusual.

Stable cottage is delightfully pink and no 53 reminds us of mint ice cream. No 63 is also green. A row of multicoloured houses leads up the hill where stands the fire station. So many forget to thank these particular key workers.

Yellow roses surround windows on a corner house. The Greyhound pub also sits on a corner. A passing cyclist smiles, perhaps not expecting to be caught in the lens.

Walnut cottage fascinates with it's unthatched cat. The old Mulleys building stands out with its yellow petrol pumps. No 14 is another green painted house. The one with the blue door is called Cyder House, artwork on show through its windows. A bridge on Bury Road crosses the river but we are not ready to go back to Bury yet so we turn around and continue our walk.

Fancy plasterwork in the house next to the telegraph pole, opposite them is a row of white terraced houses. We are surprised to come across a cemetery with many ornate gravestones old and new. Finally there's a Morris Minor that hasn't been moved in a long time.