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St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
Councillor Kim Langley’s initiative was to reintroduce a fireworks display to Welwyn Hatfield after 10 years absence. The event attracted about 15,000 people and proceeds went to charity, the Willow Foundation and Welwyn Hatfield Women's Refuge .
Waits To Work The 2C61 12.05 Doncaster To Hull Via Goole And Brough Calling At
Kirk Sandall
Hatfield & Stainforth
Thorne North
Goole
Gilberdyke
Brough
Ferriby
Hessle
And Hull
Hatfield & the North: Richard Sinclair, Phil Miller; at the Robin 2, Bilston, Wolverhampton. 25 September 2005
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Students participate in a self-guided tour called a tsunami quest at the Hatfield Marine Science Center in Newport. They followed clues that led them up a ramp to the top of a building where people can gather in the event of a tsunami. Oregon Sea Grant coordinates the creation of quests along the Oregon coast and publishes the educational walks in a book that people can buy. Learn more at seagrant.oregonstate.edu/education/quests (photo by Trav Williams of Broken Banjo Photography)
Hatfield House, the seat of the marquesses of Salisbury, has been owned by the Gascoyne-Cecil family since the early 17th century. The magnificent Jacobean house was built for King James I's chief minister, Robert Cecil, 1st Earl of Salisbury, between 1607 and 1612. The house is surrounded by delightful gardens, covering an area of some 42 acres; these were originally laid out by John Tradescant the Elder during the 17th century. The adjoining Hatfield Estate, said to be the largest private one in Hertfordshire, runs to around 8,500 acres, according to some estimates. This photograph shows the organ of the Chapel. It dates from the 1870s, when the chapel was remodelled; an Italian artist, Giulio Taldini, was charged with decorating its case.
In Hatfield Peverel. Waiting for the Olympic Torch to arrive.
In the rain it was difficult to keep the lens dry but it was more important to get the photos.
July 2012, Hatfield Peverel, Essex.
St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
Councillor Kim Langley’s initiative was to reintroduce a fireworks display to Welwyn Hatfield after 10 years absence. The event attracted about 15,000 people and proceeds went to charity, the Willow Foundation and Welwyn Hatfield Women's Refuge . Shot used a iso of 1600. Love the burning ambers in this one.
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St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
St Mary, Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex
I cycled on forestwards, and ahead of me on a hill suddenly appeared a dramatic church tower, the houses falling away below it, thickets of dark trees beyond. I climbed to a delightful village, its main street lined by grand 18th and 19th Century buildings, and a pub at each end. It reminded me of Dedham. Halfway between the pubs was the church. A magnificent building - despite it being in the Jenkins book I wasn't prepared for how splendid it is. It is just the former nave of a vast Benedictine church, bankrolled by the de Veres. The splendour of the interior is partly due to a multitude of 18th Century furnishings - there is a feel of a smaller, simpler Walpole St Peter - after which the most famous feature, the stone effigy of a de Vere as a crusading knight, comes as something of a disappointment. This is the kind of church you can't be alone in, and a couple of people I spoke to were very friendly. This was the first church of the day that I thought I really must come back to. And then I veered eastwards from the forest entering the emptiest and most remote area of Essex. No villages for miles, just hamlets, fields and the occasional farmstead.
Hatfield & the North (Richard Sinclair, Phil Miller, Alex Maguire, Pip Pyle) at the Robin 2, Bilston, Wolverhampton. 25 September 2005
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Be gentle with me these latest shots are my first attempt with my new camera! More about Hatfield House here >
Hatfield & the North: Alex Maguire; at the Robin 2, Bilston, Wolverhampton. 25 September 2005
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Tea * Teabags in paper cups
Cakes * Awful pre-packaged rubbish. This is sad because home made cakes were formerly available here. No doubt National Trust bureaucracy demands that cakes shouild be wrapped in plastic and not baked locally. On the positive side, very good chips and hot pasties are served
Location **** Superb lakeside location
Ambience ****Friendly staff and fast service.