country walk 
on the foot path between the villages. The entire country is covered with footpaths with many having interesting history. As we emerged on the Cheveley side of our path, two dogs came to greet us. The owner, an elderly gentleman emerged and asked us if we had hiked the entire distance of the Icknield Way. He shared that it was 106 miles (references indicate 105 miles but we'll stick with the wise man of Cheveley's measure). Parts of this trail follows old Roman Roads from times past.
The path cuts between houses and we are then out in the middle of horse country. The horses will come right up to visit with you. The
clump of trees between the horse and John is the church in
Cheveley. If you have superman eyes, you can see the church tower sticking up.
No walk is complete without a stop in
to visit Mrs Bette. She is probably one of the longest term residents in the village. She has a great goldfish pond and she will always invite us in to pick an apple off her tree. John always likes to remind that he is
almost as tall as Ms
Bette because she is hunched over.
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