The garlands wither on your brow:
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon Death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds. 
Your heads must come to the cold tomb; 
Only the actions of the just smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. 
From, Death the Leveller written in 1659 by playwright and poet, James Shirley. He was born in 1596 in London, England and died with his wife in the great fire of London in 1666. 

On a chilly morning with the promise of a bright sunny day ahead of us we set off on a long walk. We crossed the old airfield and saw the growing new houses that are spreading across the meadows where we once walked. We took the path that carried us passed the polish camp.

I heard the drumming noise high up on a tree and saw a hole. The rapid hammering stopped and a face of a great spotted woodpecker appeared in the hole. False Oxslip is a hybrid between the cowslip and the primrose. Bugloss is a member of the forget-me-not family. The name of the plant comes from the Greek word meaning ox-tongued and refers to the shape and rough texture of its leaves.

After leaving the Polish Camp, we walk passed Porters Farm and turned onto the bridleway. The bridleway is known as Sniveller’s Lane takes you down to Crane’s Lane and then on the A12. We only walked as far as the Footpath mark.

We followed the footpath down across the field with its wonderful views towards Silver End. Once we reached the church we stopped to have a look around. The church’s foundations dates back to Anglo-Saxon times. A small excavation against the south wall of the chancel was carried out in the 1970’s. The results showed there was evidence that the site was occupied from the late Iron Age, and above this level there were remains of a first century A.D. roman masonry building. There has been Christian’s worship at Rivenhall church from beyond the earliest recorded date of 1185.

On leaving the church we walked along the edge of the field. The view back to the church and school is lovely. We cut through Rivenhall Place taking the footpath down by the lake and back into Western Lane to make our way home. It was a lovely long walk.

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  1. I enjoyed going along this walk with you. On our walk this morning, we walked into HUNDREDS of swarming bees searching out their new home. I was scared at first until I realized they were not angry, just en route somewhere.

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