London Road.--Hauxton Bridge, Indulgences, Church, Becket Fresco.--Burnt Mill.--Haslingfield.--White Hill, View, Clunch Pits, Chapel, Papal Bulla.--Barrington, Green, Church, Porch, Seats, Chest, Fountains, Finds, Coprolite Digging, Hall.--Foxton.--Shepreth.--Meldreth, Parish Stocks.--Melbourn, Shipmoney.--Royston, Origin, Cave, Heath.--Bassingbourn, Old Accounts, Villenage.--Black Death.--Ashwell, Source of Cam, Church, Graffiti.--Akeman Street.--Barton, Butts.--Comberton, Maze.--Harlton Church, Old Pit.--Orwell Maypole, Church, Epitaph.--Wimpole Hall, Queen Victoria.--Arrington.--Shingay, Hospitallers, Fairy Cart.--Wendy.--Artesian Wells.--Guilden Morden, Screen, St. Edmund, Confessionals. The Cam Valley road from Trumpington leads us over a singularly bare mile, edged by sparse thorn-trees, to Hauxton Mill, where we cross the Granta. The repair of the bridge here was, in mediaeval days, paid for by the grant to all who aided this good object of a forty days' Indulgence. This does not mean a licence to sin with impunity for that period, as perfervid Protestants imagine, but merely the abrogation of any ordinary ecclesiastical censure incurred. The little church of Hauxton, not far beyond, is one of the few Norman village churches existing in Cambridgeshire, for the county suffered so severely in the Norman Conquest that little church building could be afforded till a century later, when Norman had given place to Early English. In this church, upon the east wall of the south aisle is a fine fresco of Thomas a Becket, dating from within a few decades of his own lifetime. Representations of this Saint are extremely rare, for, as an ecclesiastic who had braved his king--and that king a Henry,--he was specially detested by Henry the Eighth. His Festivals were all suppressed, his name was erased from every Service Book, and his effigies were destroyed with ruthless diligence, so that this is almost the only one known to exist in all England. It was only saved by the niche in which it is painted being hastily bricked up and plastered over; to be forgotten for upwards of three centuries, till accidentally discovered in 1860 during some restoration work. Hauxton Church stands a little off the main road, on a by way running from Shelford on the Granta to Haslingfield on the Cam. West of Hauxton this route becomes a mere field track, but quite a pretty one, crossing the Cam at an idyllic nook called Burnt Mill Bridges, where the green banks and clear waters are closed in by ancient elms and thorn bushes. It brings to the mind Milton's lines in Il Penseroso: There in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye."