| A Sunday Morning Walk around Old Washington August 1999 |
| The weather was dismal but I didn't allow it to dampen my spirits! |
| Going out the back way. My Mam is in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner. |
| Heading down Village Lane towards The Black Bush, now called The Poacher's Pocket. |
| Continuing on down Village Lane. I hope that the rain holds off! |
| The Village is in sight. The Post Office is on the left and straight ahead is the Smithy. |
| The Village.The Cross Keys pub is on the corner and the Library where I used to work is further along to the right. |
| The Village Green. It is said that Jane Atkinson, the Washington Witch, was dunked here. |
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| Please click on the arrow to continue our Sunday morning walk. |
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| Looking across from the side of the Cross Keys to the Old Smithy, and the Holy Trinity Church on the hill behind the trees. |
| Looking back at the Village from Spout Lane. The buildings are very old and lend character to the area. Freddie Bell had his shop here. |
| Looking across the Village Green to the old Police Station and the Washington Arms. The road turns into Glebe Crescent, also called The Turn. |
| The Old Smithy stands sentinel in the Village. It was here that the highwayman, Robert Hazlitt, was apprehended in 1770. |
| This is the old sandpit around The Crescent, opposite the Cemetery. Traditionally the bairns used to roll their hard boiled eggs down the slopes here at Easter. |
| The Cemetery viewed through the railings. It was soul destroying to see the vandalism. The Old Cemetery is over the wall at the right. |
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| My Mam's house |
| Village Lane |
| Village Lane |
| Village Lane |
| The Cross Keys |
| The Village Green |
| The Village |
| The Village |
| The Village |
| The Smithy |
| The Old Sandpit |
| The Cemetery |
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