There was an ulterior motive for doing this walk, as well as wanting to investigate the ruins up on Knodishall Green I also wanted to get some photos of Friston Mill and Hall. Although not directly related to the theme of this walk, I had found that after reviewing some older blog posts I had lost a whole batch of photos. Therefore, this walk would provide an opportunity to take some new shots as well as visiting the little church at Friston which I had never been around.
The main intention of the walk was to visit the ruins on Knodishall Green. I am uncertain where I had originally read about these, but the OS map clearly depicts them just off the road to Knodishall railway crossing. I had half expected to merely find just a piece of rubble laying around the ground, so it was something of a revelation to find the eastern end of an old chapel standing there in a garden to a domestic house aptly named Church Cottage. The edge of the garden was partially fenced with some freshly planted saplings to provide a hedge between the gaps in the fencing. This was clearly marking the boundary of this private garden. It was a pity that there was no sign of activity around the house as I would have loved to ask permission to have a closer inspection of this ruin and maybe ask a few questions. The house stands to the southerly side of where the church would have stood, and one can only presume that this would be within the old church grounds. On the north side was a couple of out-buildings. It makes one wonder exactly what it is like to live on such hallowed grounds and whether there are any ghostly stories that accompany inhabiting such an area. This was a great find, and shows that there are always new and unexplored places in close proximity to where one lives despite how many times one walks around the local footpaths.
The church at Friston was well worth the visit. On opening the door to the building one is presented with a large carved wooden coat of arms displayed on the opposite wall. This impressive artifact is the arms of James I and alongside it is a 16th century bible cover.
We had visited Knodishall church in the summer of 2010 so knew what to expect here and did not spend much time before heading back to Coldfair Green. The path out of Knodishall crosses a field up to the lane into Coldfair Green. This field was abundantly strewn with a huge amount of flint which does make me ponder whether there was some sort of structure occupying the land in the distant past.
One thing which has always intrigued me are the number of 'pits' that cover the land around Leiston. Some of these are huge chasms in the flat farmland, some are small round hollows, some are filled with water, others dry and empty. All are entrenched in a forest of trees and unusable for agricultural use. From a little bit of research it would appear that certainly some, if not all, of these are known as Marl Pits. Marl is a mixture of a mixture of clay and carbonate of lime which was used as both a fertilizer and to help prevent sandy soils from blowing away. The pits were dug during the 1800's and early 1900's to reach a layer of London clay, usually 8-12 feet down, which was spread on the surrounding fields. I have to admit that I had always assumed they were, as local myth had stated, craters formed from stray bombs that were intended for Leiston Works during WWII.
Throughout the walk we crossed the River Hundred several times and on each crossing there was no water in it. The crossing on Knodishall Common was particularly dry with the river bed completely grassed over and looking more like a footpath than a river.
The most disappointing aspect of the days walk was the lack of refreshment. The Old Chequers at Friston was very mush closed for business. I was told in October 2010 that the landlord had done a runner so had not really expected it to be reopened but even so there was a faint glimmer of hope that just maybe! Alas, it was in a very sorry state. The pub sign was gone along with its mounting pole, unkempt blinds covered its windows. I fear this is another village pub gone for good, the ability to make a living in the village pub trade has virtually been killed off by successive governments excessive taxation on beer. I am losing count of the pubs that have closed their doors for good in the local area within the last year. This is so sad. The case cant be said for the Butchers Arms at Knodishall, the A-board outside clearly states the opening hours for lunchtime were 12-2.30 yet when we arrived at 2pm it had clearly been closed for some time. Looking through the windows I could see the Green Jack Trawlerboys pump-clip at the bar. Such a tease. We ended up walking to the Parrot and Punchbowl in Aldringham which was open for business. I do hope this is not the trend for 2012 with the decline of village pubs accelerating but I have to admit that I fear this will happen. I contemplate having to carry a couple of bottles of ale in the rucksack for walks in the future.
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