Kirtling (Cambridgeshire, UK)
You might well wonder where Kirtling
is and why I would not only visit it but spend six days there.
It’s the place where my great
grandfather, William Crick, was born and worked until, at the age of nineteen,
he and his brother, Thomas, aged 21, with their cousin, Charles, aged 19, emigrated
to South Australia. It’s also where his parents and their parents lived,
worked, died and were buried. I have written about them in Kirtling Cricks Part
1 and Kirtling Cricks Part 2.
While I took an interest in Kirtling
once I started to look into my ancestry, it was only after I decided to try and
write a story about William Crick that I felt the need to visit Kirtling and
better understand what life would have been like.
Kirtling is a small farming hamlet in
Cambridgeshire, near the border with Suffolk, a few miles south of the horse
racing centre of Newmarket.
There’s no A or even B rated roads
that go to or through Kirtling. There are only hedge-lined country lanes that
wind around several small villages in the area, a few of which lead into
Kirtling. But you would never come across Kirtling unless you deliberately set
out to get there; and even then, you couldn’t be sure you would. You won’t get
a signpost to Kirtling until you’re at one of the neighbouring villages two or
three miles away. People who offered their postal addresses added ‘near
Newmarket, Suffolk’ even though Kirtling is in Cambridgeshire – otherwise the
mail might get delayed or lost!
In many ways, it’s probably not that
much different to what it would have been like in the 1800s. Some of the people
I met were probably not much different from their ancestors, who also lived and
worked there as farm labourers – some living in the same houses. Their
demeanour, work life, values, even accents are all probably similar to what you
might have found amongst the farm people of the 1800s.
Kirtling today, in population terms,
at around 300, is about one third the size it was in the 1850s, despite the
fact that, by then, the agricultural sector was already undergoing significant
changes that had reduced employment numbers amongst farm labourers. That means,
amongst other things, that many of the farm labourers’ houses of the 1850s have
disappeared. But what does remain are many of the original thatched-roof
cottages that have stood in their place since those days and, in some cases,
for up to 500 years. They have been renovated for modern life, but they remain
part of the tapestry of Kirtling as so many generations have known and felt it.
Other essential parts of that
tapestry also exude reminders of former eras. The public houses (pubs) are
still there, although most have long ceased to be pubs and have become private
houses. The former tenant farm houses are still there, although the tenant
farms have either been sold or re-absorbed into the ‘Estate’. The population
clusters that would have been so evident in the 1850s (and before) are still
identifiable – and bear the same names – but have lost or have had to change
their community focus with the decline in population numbers, employment loss
and closure of pubs. The 1850-built school house still stands on ‘The Street’
as it did when William Crick’s younger siblings attended it, but it, like the
pubs, it’s a private dwelling. The alms house – alone on the outskirts of the
village – still provides public housing.
The ‘Estate’ still exists. Some of
its former glory has been lost, but that started in 1801 with the demolition of
the great Catledge (or Kirtling) Hall. It remains represented by the dominant
landmark of Kirtling Tower, the gate house of the former Catledge Hall, and now
the central feature of the manor house of the ‘Estate.’ The ‘Estate’ also
remains a dominant factor in Kirtling life as owner and operator of most of the
farm land – and a good deal of the housing – in and around Kirtling. The
‘Estate’ – or, more precisely, the Lord and Lady of the manor – inevitably
became a subject with almost everyone I spoke with in Kirtling.
All Saints church, as much a
centrepiece of Kirtling as Kirtling Tower and the ‘Estate’, has been
resurrected by the community from a sad state of decline of some years ago and
now proudly dominates its end of the wide-spread Kirtling settlement. It became
for me, over six or seven visits, the epitome of the Kirtling I wanted to know
and understand. After all, it was in this church – looking pretty much as it
did in the 1800s (and long before that) – that my forebears were baptised,
married and sent for burial in the surrounding churchyard, although their
headstones, if ever they had them, were undiscoverable.
Kirtling is unlike its neighbouring
villages or, indeed, most villages. There’s no central area, as you might
expect, where village houses, pub and shop are clustered; and become a focal
point of village life. There’s no pub at
all, but there are plans to re-open the Red Lion, the only one of Kirtling’s
pubs that hasn’t been turned into a private house. There are no longer any
shops or post office. There’s no school. The closest Kirtling has to a village
centre is probably around the old Queen’s Head pub (now a private house) at one
end of ‘The Street’, where there is a community hall, a string of 20th century
public (council) housing, and several houses from times past. The community
hall runs a bar for a couple of hours every Sunday. It also serves as a meeting
place for an active community representative body that keeps a sharp look-out
for any hint of development that might change the current look and feel of the
Kirtling is, in fact, three or four
small pockets of settlement, mostly strung along a series of country lanes that
link up to form, in effect, a ring road, which, you could say, starts and ends
at the old Queen’s Head and adjacent Kirtling and Upend signpost. Most of the
land inside the ring road and surrounding it is farm land – crops of barley,
wheat and canola.
If you start at the old Queen’s Head
in an anti-clockwise direction, you travel along ‘The Street’ or Kirtling
Street (it gets called both). The old 1850 school house is on The Street, as is
some terrace housing of the 1840s and 1860s, built by the ‘Estate’ and rented
by the tenant farms to house their farm labourers. The former forge is there,
together with a couple more of the old pubs, and Parsonage Farm, one of the
former tenant farms. There are also a few clusters of 20th century housing.
Strung along The Street are several old thatched-roof cottages from former eras,
although not all still wearing their thatching.
The Street runs for about 2km, with a
left turning elbow half way along it. At its far end it becomes Malting End,
Malting Green, Kirtling Green or simply The Green. All these names crop up in
different places, such as the 1800 censuses, and seem to be used to describe
the same area along the ring road as it veers left and continues for a couple
of kilometres past more thatched-roof cottages, an old stone and flint cottage,
farm houses of the former tenant farms of Bachelor’s Hall and Whybrow’s Farm,
the former The Chequers pub and ending at Pratt’s Green Farm.
At the melding of The Street and this
eponymous road, there is a branch road to Wooditton. Modern signage marks the
road as ‘The Green’, while marking the continuation of The Street as ‘Malting
End’. You only get a half kilometre down
‘’The Green’ before another sign tells you it’s actually ‘Wooditton Rd’. When
you’re coming out of Wooditton heading for Kirtling, a sign tells you the same
road is called ‘Kirtling Rd’. I suspect ‘The Green’ might be part of the
community’s understandable effort to accommodate traditional nomenclatures
amongst contemporary names.
Having ‘The Green’ as their current
address are a few old, renovated cottages, including a somewhat dilapidated
duplex thatched-roof one that comes as close as any to how a typical farm
labourer cottage might have looked in the 1800s. It inevitably became symbolic
for me of how my great great grandparents, Thomas and Sarah, would have lived
with their children, including William and Thomas (their sons) until they
emigrated. I wondered what this street might have been called in the 1800
censuses, in which Thomas and Sarah were listed as living alternatively at
‘Malting Green’ and ‘The Green’, although I think these were one and the same
place in the censuses; and likely refer to that part of the ring road running
from The Street to Pratt’s Green Farm. The descriptions, however, could well
have included that part of the Wooditton Road currently signposted ‘The Green’.
They might have lived in this very
cottage; or, at least, one similar to it.
Running beyond Pratt’s Green Farm,
the ring road becomes Mill Road as it swings further to the left toward Mill
End and the old Mill House. Again, more cottages appear scattered along the
road. They would have provided farm labourer accommodation to the nearest farms,
which might have been Parsonage Farm, clearly visible across the fields,
Pratt’s Green Farm or Mill End Farm. Cottages close to the Mill House might
have housed mill workers.
From Mill House, a sharper left hand
turn picks up a road coming into Kirtling from Wickhambrook and brings you back
to the Queen’s Head. There’s a high probability that the Original Kirtling
Cricks came from Wickhambrook, but there’s more work to be done on that.
Coming from Mill End, there’s a right
hand turn opposite the Queen’s head that takes you to Upend. That’s the fourth
settlement that makes up Kirtling, but, in essence, it’s a settlement or
village in its own right, although part of the Kirtling parish – both civil and
If you were to continue past the
Queen’s Head, you’d end up, within a kilometre or two, at Kirtling Tower (the
manor house of the ‘Estate’), All Saints church, the old vicarage and the alms
You can take a (rough and ready)
drive around Kirtling through the video clips below. They follow the order of
the description above. They didn’t come out all that well as I tried to
manhandle the camera and cope with the unfamiliarity of a manual gear-change car!
Map of Kirtling and Surrounds
View Kirtling and Surrounds in a larger map
Key Landmarks and
Institutions of Kirtling
Although Kirtling struggles to rate a
mention on maps or road signs (just the way its denizens want it), it kept me
occupied for six days as I wandered around it, pondered on its history and
secrets, and talked to anyone and everyone who wasn’t locked inside their house
– and a few who were.
There were several places which held
memories of the relevant past or represented elements of the lives and fortunes
of ancestors. I have tried here to capture what they meant and revealed.
The hub of the ‘Estate’. I should start by saying something about the
‘Estate’ and then I can stop putting it in inverted commas, which I have used
out of deference to an assumption that many readers outside the UK would not
intuitively relate to this medieval institution.
The concept of the estate probably
had its origins in Roman times, but became an established institution in
medieval times, when it became associated with the manor and the feudal system
of agriculture. Essentially the term refers to the tracts of land, houses,
tenant farms, even (at least, in the past) peasant serfs, and anything else
over which the lord of the manor could claim ownership and, therefore, control,
rent or allegiance. The manor, the stately home of the lord (and lady) of the
manor, was the centrepiece of the estate. Mostly, everyone and everything in
the village and surrounding land were beholden to some extent to the estate.
In the case of Kirtling, the estate
had its origins in landholdings in the area of Kirtling and Upend owned by King
Harold at the time of the Norman conquest. With William the Conqueror’s successful
invasion and defeat of Harold in 1066, William was quick to take possession of
Harold’s estates. Appointees of William gained control over the Kirtling estate
and built some form of stockade there as a tangible symbol of ownership and a
defence against Saxon raiders.
The impact of the Norman invasion of
Kirtling and Upend is seen starkly in the clearance of woodland for farming. William’s
Doomsday survey of 1086 revealed that the arable land had expanded
There are references to a Kirtling
Castle existing by 1219, referred to as a ‘forcelet’, implying strong defences,
probably of earth and timber rather than stone. Kirtling Castle was extended
over the years and owned by a succession of lords of the manor. The castle was
sold in 1533 to Edward North, who was to become Lord North and the first in a long
line of lords North who owned, managed and expanded the estate. Edward North
had become very rich in the service of Henry VIII, mainly closing the Catholic
monasteries and, presumably, earning or awarding himself commissions for doing
so. He bought up as much land as he could around the area and built a huge
mansion to replace the medieval castle. His successors continued to buy up
local farms and other tracts of land.
By 1564, Kirtling was the centre of a
large landed estate and had a great mansion in Kirtling Hall as its
headquarters. That pretty much remained the situation until Kirtling Hall was
demolished in 1801. Even then, the estate continued with the Norths until the
peerage died out in 1941.
A feature of estate management over
the centuries was to rent out farms to tenant farmers. The farms came with a
substantial farm house and probably a few hundred acres. This meant that the
lord of the manor didn’t have to manage the farming as such; just collect the
rent. The estate would build cottages and other living quarters for the farm
labourers and rent them to the tenant farmers, who, in turn, would provide them
to their labourers. The labourers could also rent small plots set aside by the
estate for personal subsistence gardening by them. Once a year the estate agent
(origin of a well-used contemporary term?) would come to the local public house
and collect the year’s rent on behalf of the estate.
Kirtling Tower, the only extant
remains of Kirtling Hall – in fact, the latter’s gate house – has been in the
Fairhaven family since 1941. Under the current Lord Fairhaven, the tenant farms
have disappeared and all the farm land has either been sold or brought under
central management by the estate. In reality, however, the trend to
consolidation of smaller farms had started around 1800 as part of the
agricultural changes that heralded the demise of the farm labourer sector; and
eventually lead to most leaving Kirtling, including emigrating to Australia and
The estate, even today, still owns
and rents out several houses in the district, although most of its former
holdings of dwellings have been sold with freehold titles. The estate still
owns about 3000 acres around Kirtling Hall and throughout the Kirtling and
Upend area. Its presence is still felt in daily Kirtling life; but not nearly
to the extent it would have been in centuries past.
While there was probably a church in
Kirtling in Saxon times, the present day All Saints church has its origins in
Norman times. In fact, some parts of the church still date from early after the
Norman Conquest. The highly decorated stone doorway, with a representation of
‘Christ in Glory’ (more characteristic of the Orthodox Church) is dated c 1170.
A lancet window on the door side of the Norman nave is dated c 1090.
A major extension of the church took
place in the 13th century. The nave was widened on each side. The Norman walls
of the church were where the archways along the nave now are (see slide show to
illustrate this). The roof was realigned. You can still see the original Norman
roof line on the back wall of the church.
After the Norths became lords of the
manor in 1533, the burial chapel and the side chapel were built in the second
half of the 16th century.
The pews are Victorian as, it seems,
is the octagonal font – but not its base, which is medieval.
Essentially, take away the pews and
you have a church which looks pretty much exactly as it did when the Cricks
first came to Kirtling in the 1780s; and throughout the 1800s, when their
children, including Thomas and Sarah, my great great grandparents, were
baptised, married, and buried. William Crick would also have been in the
I spent a lot of time over several
visits being absorbed by the reality of being in the same nave, looking at the
same walls and many of the same decorations, going through the same doorway,
walking in the same churchyard etc as my great grandfather and my greatx2 and
The church yard has graves all around
the church, mostly on the south side. There are some headstones from the 1700s
and 1800s that are identifiable, but most of the old headstones have lost their
imprints. They are now wordless headstones. It’s obvious that there are many
burial sites with no headstones. Whether they had headstones originally or not
I came across a document from the
church records for Wickhambrook, while researching them in the Bury St Edmunds’
Records Office, that listed prices for different forms and sizes of headstones.
(I think the Cricks came to Kirtling in the early 1780s from Wickhambrook, so I
was looking through church records of that period. Incidentally, Bury St
Edmunds is the name of a town.) I assume a similar situation would have applied
in Kirtling. I didn’t write down the prices but the message I took away was
that it might have been beyond the means of many if not most farm labourers’ families
to purchase a headstone.
As a small tribute to the three sets
of great grandparents buried at All Saints without, it would seem, any
headstones or any readable ones, I arranged for a brass plaque to be made and
attached to a wooden bench concreted into the path beside the church.
Hopefully, other descendents of the Cricks of Kirtling who might visit Kirtling
will feel a greater attachment to its hidden history.
As alluded to above, most of the
surrounding farm land owned by the estate was farmed through a series of tenant
farms. A ‘farmer’ would lease the farm, which would typically be about 200-300
acres, with a farm house. The tenant farmer would pay rent to the estate; and
also pay rent for estate-owned houses on or near the farm. The tenant farmer
would provide the houses to his farm labourers.
The system of tenant farms relieved
the estate and its lord of the manor from the task of undertaking the farming –
or getting their hands dirty. All they had to do was collect the rent, which
the estate agent would have done on their behalf. The estate also employed
bailiffs to deal with rent defaulters and game wardens to protect the wildlife
The farm labourers were employed
directly by the tenant farmers, who provided them with accommodation as part of
their remuneration. The accommodation would typically have been thatched-roof
cottages, although there are a few remnants of stone and flint cottages; and
two sets of more substantial brick terrace housing were built by the estate –
one in the 1840s and the other in the 1860s.
There was usually a Home Farm close
to the manor. It usually got a bit more direct attention from the estate and
served as a training farm for tenant farmers. In Kirtling, it’s thought that
Hall Farm, next to All Saints and just across the moat from Kirtling Hall and
later Kirting Tower, might have served this purpose.
Place Farm, however, is part of the
manor, in effect, so might also have served this purpose.
Around the ‘ring road’ are Parsonage
Farm, Bachelor’s Hall, Whybrow’s Farm and Pratt’s Green Farm. Close by are
other former tenant farms such as Hill Farm, Crabtree Farm and Mill End Farm.
Public houses – pubs – have been part
of village life forever. They provided food and drink to all, as well as
accommodation to travellers. Kirtling’s original pubs were located around the
stretch of the settlement pockets.
At the bottom end of The Street was
the Queen’s Head, Kirtling’s longest-established pub until its closure in 1999.
Folklore has it that part of Queen Elizabeth I’s entourage stayed there during
a visit by her to Kirtling Hall in 1578 because it was the only place that
could provide housing for the numbers involved and their horses and coaches.
Hence the name. What is certain, however, is that she visited Kirtling Hall.
In the 1841 census, William Crick’s
eldest sister, Rhoda, is listed as living at Queen’s Head as a ‘female
servant’. I had the opportunity of looking through Queen’s Head, which is a
private house now. On the top floor,
high up into the thatched-roof line, reachable by a narrow and steep staircase,
there are a couple of tiny rooms. The narrow hallways leading to them have
limited head-height because of the slope of the roof line; and their ceilings
follow the roof line down to meet dwarfed walls. I presumed that these might
have been the servants’ quarters, leaving the first upstairs floor for travellers’
rooms; and the downstairs for bars and eating areas.
Out the back of the main building,
there was clear evidence of stables and, probably, quarters for the coach
drivers or horse handlers.
Further up The Street was the former Beehive
pub, also now a private house.
At the top end of The Street is the
Red Lion. It closed only a couple of years ago and still stands exactly as it
was when an active pub. It’s been sold and its current owners are exploring the
prospects of re-opening it as a pub. (This subsequently happened. You can read about it here.)
In the Malting End/Malting
Green/Kirtling Green area, there was the Chequers pub and, probably,
accompanying brewery. Hence the name ‘malting’.
However, it seems that Chequers
might have ceased its pub business as long ago as 1847. That might explain why
the Street ended up with three pubs, one of which, the Red Lion, is on the edge
of this area.
Upend had its own pub in the North
Arms by 1858. There was a small alehouse there by 1686, but it’s not certain if
it was the North Arms. The North Arms closed in 1972.
I’ve probably said enough about
housing. Briefly recapping, you might say there were four levels – loosely
At the top was the manor: the lord
and lady, their family and even their house servants, who probably fared better
than others of their social class.
Then there were the tenant farmers,
whose houses were a deal larger and presumably better equipped than their
Below them were the tradesmen,
merchants and farm labourers. Maybe they
shouldn’t be grouped together as, I would imagine, the tradesmen and merchants
would have been decidedly better off than the farm labourers. However, they
would likely all have lived in a similar style of housing spread throughout the
settlements. Their houses would have been the thatched-roof cottages, the stone
and flint cottages and, later, some brick buildings.
Finally, there were the paupers. The
alms houses were built to accommodate some of them. Sadly the workhouse at
Newmarket also provided a place of last resort.
I mentioned earlier that one empty
and dilapidated duplex thatched-roof cottage on the street currently named ‘The
Green’ (in fact, the Wooditton Road) seemed to capture what typical housing
might have been like for the Cricks in the 1800s.
I found all the people I met – and
there were several – very friendly and hospitable. Many I simply started a
conversation by greeting them in their gardens or knocking on their doors.
Helen, who ran the B and B at which I
stayed (Oakwell House), is a member of the local representative group and so
was knowledgeable about current local issues, often relating to development
proposals. She was also a great host. We enjoyed a few good wines over dinners!
Helen introduced me to Ruby Bell, who
lives along The Street. She’s about 90 and was born in Kirtling and has lived
there most of her life. She had some great memories, like walking long
distances into the fields before school to take her father some breakfast. He
was a farm labourer on one of the tenant farms and set out before daybreak each
morning to harness the horses and get the ploughing under way for the day. I
video’d part of our conversation (see below).
Derrick and Veronica Aspland are key movers
behind activities related to All Saints. There is a pastor attached to the
parish, but Derrick, as an accredited lay preacher, took the prayer service I
attended on the Sunday I was in Kirtling. Derrick and Veronica organise church
activities and care for the church and the churchyard. They are stalwarts of
the parish and had a lot of knowledge about the church, its history and the
significance of various features in it.
Edward and Eva Johnson live at Hall
Farm. They have owned it for several years and extensively renovated it while
keeping much of its original structure and charm. Edward, an academic from
Cambridge University, provided lots of interesting insights into the history
and politics of the estate from its origins and throughout the Norths’
ownership. I later noticed multiple entries in the All Saints visitors’ book by
“Oscar Johnson, Hall Farm” ranging over several years, obviously from his first
ability to write. I wondered how old he is now; and how embarrassed he might be
at reading them today.
Col. Tony Tavener owns and lives in
the old vicarage. He’s had a full life and was a guiding force in the
restoration of All Saints. He had an
amazing handle on the many subtleties entwined in the history of the estate and
the church. I’d called on him unannounced. He was pretty much chair-bound, so
there was a bit of shouting through the back door before I realised he was
inviting me in. We had a great yarn for about an hour.
Denis Howe and Dick Daines were
former farm labourers. Denis and his wife still live in one of the terrace
houses built by the estate in the 1840s. He still tends his vegetable garden on
a plot rented from the estate in a field over the road, just as he has done for
years and his father before him. Dick lives in a retirement complex in a
neighbouring village, so I had to track him down after Denis suggested I should
speak with him. He was delighted to have a visitor and tell me about old times.
Dick pointed me up the street from
his house where Roy Crick lived. Roy pulled out a letter he had received from
Margaret McKay (a newly found cousin of mine from Sydney) but to which he had
not replied. I discovered that it was his grandfather whose name is on the war
memorial in Kirtling (and the All Saints roll of honour). He had a group photo
of people outside the old Baptist church in Upend. He could identify his great
grandfather and several members of his family. Interestingly, the same photo
appears in a booklet on the history of Kirtling produced for a recent
anniversary, but gives no indication of who is in the photo. It turned out that
I had his great grandfather in my notes and could then trace Roy’s lineage to
Edward and Catherine – my greatx3 grandparents, who are his greatx4
grandparents. He was chuffed at that! I thought it interesting that some
branches of the Crick tree became non-conformists, while others stayed true to
the Church of England. (As an aside, William, my great grandfather, on marrying
the Irish Margaret Mungoven in South Australia, became a Catholic, whereas, his
brother Thomas, who died relatively young and unmarried, is buried in the
Church of England section of Wentworth (NSW) cemetery.)
Penny Close was recommended as a good
source of historical knowledge; and she was. She’s suffered from MS for years
but manages it bravely and stoically, with much dedicated support from her husband.
She had lots of records and documents that she accessed with assurance. She
also had several insights into farm labourer life.
Kay Wadey lives at Mill House with
daughters and grandson who seem to come and go. I think Daisey, having recently
graduated from Uni, has moved back home with partner and their son Jack. There
are signs around the house admonishing the reader to ‘stay calm!’ I don’t think
Kay reads them, but she was engaging.
Barbara Renwick at Upend was an
interesting meet. She’s 87, I think she told me. She’s quite a character. We
first talked at her gate for ages; and a couple of days later I called back and
had a cup of tea in her dolls-house cottage. She was full of stories. As a
14-16 year old, she went to boarding college in Switzerland on Lake Geneva. A
close friend, at a near-by boys’ college, was a similarly aged Ninian Stephen,
much later to become Australia’s 20th Governor General and a judge of the High
Court of Australia. She had stories about their time together skiing and
bobsledding; and about his early years at the time. This was on the eve of and
at the start of World War II. Barbara went on to join the WRAF and was active
through the early years of the war in the groups that monitored the incoming
German bombers as well as keeping track of Britain’s bombers over Germany. She
then got her commission and went into the Intelligence arm of the WRAF. She had
a special romance she still fondly remembers that abruptly ended when her
boyfriend was killed in North Africa during the war. She spent many years as a
caring aunt for her sister’s children after her sister died in childbirth. She
There were others that I enjoyed and
valued speaking with, such as the owners of the Queen’s Head and the Beehive,
occupants of cottages on the The Street, Kirtling Green (aka Malting End),Mill
Road and at Upend, but whose names I did not record. I hope they might read
this and send me an email.
A Drive around Kirtling
Here are the video clips referred to
above. There are seven short videos showing a drive around Kirtling and Upend.
The quality is a bit iffy, managing camera and a manual-shift car on narrow
country lanes. But they are intended to provide an idea of what Kirtling is
like today, which in some ways is probably not all that different to what it
was like in the 1800s.
Part 1/7: Queen’s Head and along Kirtling Street or, as it is mostly known, The Street.
Part 2/7: Malting End /Kirtling Green/The Green (all the same place)
Part 3/7: Mill End Rd and Mill End
Part 4/7: Mill End to Queen’s Head
Part 5/7: Queen’s Head to All Saints
Part 6/7: Vicarage and Alms Houses
Part 7/7: Upend
Ruby Bell Talking about Life in Kirtling
This is a small part of my
conversation with Ruby Bell. She’s about 90 years old, was born in
Kirtling and has lived most of her life to date in Kirtling. She’s one of the
stalwarts of Kirtling.
Some neighbours of Helen, the owner of the B and
B where I stayed, picked up quickly on having a visitor from Australia. Check
out their thoughts and accents.
Here is a slide show of Kirtling and
a few neighbouring villages. The order of photos pretty much follows the
description and videos above except Kirtling Tower appears earlier and All
Saints appears before Upend.
In the censuses of the 1800s,
offspring of the original Kirtling Cricks turn up in Wooditton and Great
Bradley (as well as other places). That’s why I visited those villages and have
included them in the slide show.