We left Napton a couple of days later, saying good bye to the windmill, the Canada geese and the awe inspiring collection of junk on the farm by the cut.
Now moored between Flecknoe and Lower Shuckburgh, whose church is as fine an example of Victorian Gothic as you will find, truly wonderful in its awfulness. Apparently Shuckburgh means a hill haunted by demons, I don't know about that but the hill opposite us is haunted by a farmer who insists on plowing and performing various other rural tasks until gone midnight each night!
A walk through the lanes and we found this wonderful wandering road, actually Flecknoe Station Road, the station, alas, long gone, but it brought to mind G. K. Chesterton's poem:
The Rolling English Road.
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such that we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.
His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, not harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn,by way of Brighton Pier.
My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage;
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to paradise, by way of Kensal Green.