Notice Essex and the central thing that hits home wouldn't climb. Sure there are no mountains,
what’s more, it's transcendently level, yet it's one of the most perfect regions in England. The course ought to
be conceivable either way, taking around ten days, yet I'm needing to do it in six, walking
from West to East.
Day 1 Epping to Salt's Green 16 miles
I take the chamber to the Epping, at the completion of the Central line, and set out of the shadows
country. It's pouring strongly and this makes the way messy and misleading. I'm soon in gigantic
fields of wheat, something I'll see a huge load of in the accompanying relatively few days, similarly as beans, onions and
Not well before Ongar, Greensted has the most settled wooden church on earth, dating
from 645 AD. This is the spot that is known for pivotal sanctuaries and later, in Willingale, there
are two in a comparable churchyard, clearly giving food to different wards.
Day 2 Salt's Green to Great Leighs 12.5 miles
Essex has a labyrinth of green ways, dating from Saxon events, tunneling through woodland, and I follow
one to the essential town of Pleshey.
The royal residence here gets a notification in Shakespeare's Richard II, but it's ancient history, essentially the
slope and channel remain. Fantastic Leighs has the world's greatest producer of cricket bats, shaped from
Willow homes creating on Essex's various riverbanks.
Day 3 Great Leighs to Coggleshall 15 miles
More fields of wheat lead to Terling where the windmill has had its sails made due. It's as of now a
fine house guaranteed by a person from The Prodigy.
In the eighteenth century, there were around 285 working windmills anyway as of now a
unassuming pack remain. In Cressing, basically off the parkway, two astounding pens worked by the
Knights Templar in the thirteenth century have been restored, close by the Tudor walled
garden. Coggeshall has its own variation, 40m since quite some time ago, worked for the ministers of the
Day 4 Coggleshall to Great Horkesley 11.5 miles
Coggleshall marks the midpoint with an engraved stone, near the excess pieces of the convent,
as of now the little asylum of St Nicolas and the Abbot's lodging.
I continue to the Colne valley and observe a line of WW2 pillboxes worked after Dunkirk to guarantee against
German interruption. The way follows the delightful River Colne, at 36 miles the longest in Essex, to West
Bergholt and a while later to Great Horkesley. The fields are overflowing with poppies, the power
picture of Essex.
Day 5 Great Horkesley to Mistley 14 miles
Following a surprisingly long time of level walking, I begin to encounter a few high focuses and depressed spots.
Passing Dedham Vale grape estate, which conveys shockingly extraordinary wines, I'm soon into
On the banks of the River Stour the mix of light, water and dappled vegetation are truly live
types of his phenomenal works. The painter was brought into the world in Dedham and, regularly is
a magnet for tourists. Regardless, it's a respectable spot to stop for a 16 ounces before I wind my
heading through Manningtree to the banks of the wide Stour estuary and Mistley.
Day 6 Mistley to Harwich 12 miles
The day begins with the indisputable smell of malt. Mistley has been malting grain since the
seventeenth century and as of now has the greatest office in the country. The way leads through the
plant yard, then, across farmland, to tiny Bradfield.
In a little while it's back on the estuary banks before voyaging south, past Ramsey with its windmill, to
the saltmarshes by the sea. Dovercourt has a long line of beach cottages and two specific
iron reference points worked in 1863. The colossal cranes at Felixstowe loom not excessively far off and I pass
bathers before appearing at Harwich. A sign on the guide tells me I've showed up at my last
Following six days of walking, I've had a huge piece of the way to myself, beside an occasional
canine walker and decidedly the same climbers. That is a shame as the course gives a concise look
at a dark nation Essex, close to a portrayal of lost events, with its heavenly places, old
sheds, religious circles, castles and windmills. Clearly it's in a general sense level anyway that makes
for sublimely wide skies, the fogs flooding up from the horizon. Best of all are the bundle country
bars, consistently persuading you in for remuneration.