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<\/a>The Round leaves Newtown Linford to skirt John’s Lee Wood, and then passes through some open fields before contending with Markfield. After a bit of a stumble along the edge of the A50, there is, luckily, an underpass. An underpass that has been delightfully decorated with the latest in spray-can art. So far, so good. There is a fairly lengthy walk from one side of Markfield to the other, but it gives one the opportunity to pop into the Co-op for supplies if needs be.<\/p>\nI was accompanied on the next section of the walk, down to Thornton reservoir, by a multitude of damselflies, seemingly following my progress up and then down the hill. Beautiful. On leaving Thornton, over the hill, I met a very pleasant elderly gent in a vest. We chatted about what I was up to, and he offered the services of his outside tap to fill up my water bottles. Fantastic.<\/p>\n The walk through the woods was a welcome relief, given the dappled shade screening the worst of what was a fierce sun today (I think I’ve still burnt my neck though). On passing through Bagworth, I noted that the church had gone. Some further research has taught me that it was demolished in 2013. I noted it’s absence mainly because it was considered something of a carbuncle – a prefabricated 1960’s concrete replacement of the previous church which had collapsed due to mining subsidence.<\/p>\n Tomorrow sees my first foray into the southbound Leicestershire Round – from Nailstone to Shackerstone, then along the Battlefield Line to Market Bosworth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Depeche Mode, from the Black Celebration album. Anyway, to business. I gave myself a bit of a lie in this morning – I thought, why […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":479,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[32,81,83],"class_list":["post-852","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-200miles14days","tag-cows","tag-nailstone","tag-newtown-linford"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t<\/a>It was on leaving Markfield that memories of the last time I walked this way came flooding back. After walking underneath the M1, there is a marvellous view of the open fields, bordered on one side by the motorway. It left me with the thought that while a footpath might be the gentle lemon drizzle on top of a cake, the motorway might be a large knife chopping said cake apart. I know we need roads, we need motorways – this isn’t an ecological standpoint as such, but there it is.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a>At Nailstone I lunched in the gardens, and considered the return journey. As with most days, the return journey has held not much more interest than the outward. Aside from the fact that I attracted a herd of cows on the way back into Newtown Linford.<\/p>\n