It was still very windy, even in our snug mooring the boat was being gently banged against the side, so we decided to stay put for the day and go for a ‘Welford Walk’, one of many walks that were so well illustrated by a substantial, covered set of information boards at the end of the basin. The history of Welford, particularly relating to the canals was also very clearly shown, good effort Welford.
The walk was well signposted and all was fine until a substantial herd of young heifers confronted us. I assured Jacquie that they were only curious and that a shout and a wave of the arms was all that was needed to shoo them out of the way, Jacquie wasn’t so sure, but we progress albeit with a slight diversion, which brought us back into the village.
The occasional, grand houses looked out of place in this farming village until we realized that Welford was midway between Leicester and Northampton and was a wealthy and totally self sufficient, staging post, long before the canals arrived.
The occasional, grand houses looked out of place in this farming village until we realized that Welford was midway between Leicester and Northampton and was a wealthy and totally self sufficient, staging post, long before the canals arrived.
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