Next I drove to Cowlinge, a particularly pretty village in Suffolk.  It was midday on a Friday, and I’d expected the village to be deserted on a week day.  However there were many people out and about: mowing lawns, riding horses, walking dogs, cycling, mending walls.

This is the old blacksmith’s cottage.

This is the main street in Cowlinge.

This cottage was concealed by its own thick, secretive garden.

A farm with large weeping willows in the garden.

The churchyard in Cowlinge.