Yes, we're doing the battlefields walk!
Part of my agenda to be a nuisance even when I am dead. I want my junior grits to care enough about these fields, the history they hold, and the blood that was shed over them, to create a stink in 30 years time when a Chinese-backed development consortium wants to pour two tons of concrete over the site to create a multi-storey car park (next to the industrial estate, next to the M245 motorway).
Here, first take your view from the bridge at Copredy.
But don't think this is the end of it! The battlefield walk is not that straightforward, obviously. It takes only two minutes to walk from the pub to the bridge. Are you ready? Right, we're going over there.
Into that field. Except when the bulls are in it first. They can turn nasty.
And another field. Are you getting the lie of the land yet? The parliamentarians are down here and the royalists on the ridge.
If you stood at this point on 29 June 1644, you'd be trampled by Parliamentarians. (Time for extensive conversation about clay and dust.)
The battle is decided here.
(And the ash tree is very beautiful.)
Off we go again!
Stop complaining it's the hottest day of the year and you're sure mama has hidden your sunhat. Remember, you're not covered in sweat and blood and wearing woollen trousers.
(Detour: the Lady's Walk, a banked path created in Tudor times so the ladies could attend Church without their skirts becoming wet.)
Yay! You made it! Three hours later, back to Copredy. To the boundary stone, possibly 15thC.
Congratulations! But the next bit is easy! Know your bit of field history, and visit the Battlefields Trust.