The Norwich Road: An East Anglian HighwayHarper, Charles G. (Charles George)
History
The Norwich Road: An East Anglian Highway
Harper, Charles G. (Charles George)
England -- Description and travel; Norwich Road
Not a sign of those towns or of the railway is seen on the road to
Norwich, where the cottage outposts of Stonham Earls and Stonham
Aspall alone tell of the villages in the hinterland. In their gardens,
spread on bushes or waving in the summer breeze, intimate articles of
underclothing are prominently displayed, in the society of old hats
and coats, not so much for the exhibition of the family wardrobe as in
desperate attempts--bringing up all the reserves--at scaring away the
hungry birds from currants, cherries and gooseberries. These contests,
the only warring incidents on the way, in which the birds are generally
the victors, bring one to a level road where Little Stonham stands,
its chief feature the "Magpie" Inn. "Stonham Pie" owns one of those
old gallows signs, stretching across the road, that were at one time a
common feature. The picture-sign, with a painting of that saucy bird,
has been hung below the cross-beam instead of in its old ironwork
frame above, now that the piled-up coaches that once passed beneath
are gone. Shortly before their going, and while turnpikes and tolls
appeared likely to last for ever, the toll-gate that stood at the
succeeding village of Brockford was removed two miles onward, to Stoke
Ash, where, at the beginning of the pretty avenue at Stoke Chapel, the
later toll-house remains, just as does the earlier one at Brockford.
Brockford, the "badger's ford" of a tiny affluent of the Waveney, is
preceded by Brockford Green, where the quiet road is made narrow by its
sides being encroached upon by grass. It is here that the accompanying
sketch of tall poplars and bushy willows was taken.
[Illustration: NEAR BROCKFORD.]
Off to the left hand, in strong contrast with this level stretch of
road, the country is tumbled into combes and rounded hills, where the
River Gipping takes its rise in the village of that name, springing
from the hill where the church tower stands solemn and grim, as though
it held inviolate the story of the place, away from those days when the
Gippings first settled here and gave it a title.
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