Into the Gully

Deep in the heart of nowhere lies Tickleford Gully. The River Tickell rises in the north of the county, on the chalk downs, winding its way to the sea.  It isn't spectacular but has moments of extreme picturesqueness.  The fishing is good, the fields are irrigated and there are only a few sections where serious flooding occurs.  And then only very occasionally.

The village grew up on at a bend in the River Tickle where, when conditions were right, the river could be forded.  The Romans crossed here, the Saxons too.  There's evidence of a Viking presence in nearby placenames (the village of  Nearby for example) and the Normans built a castle in nearby Castleton.

You could walk from one end of the village to the other in five or ten minutes, although it will likely take longer because someone is sure to stop and talk to you.  There's a church, a pub (The Corn Poppy), woodlands, a manor house, cottages - some old, some newer, a village green with cricket in the summer. And  a bunch of farms.  The pub does better business than the church.

 The village pub, The Corn Poppy

The River Tickell 

Tickleford High Street

Pulling out of Beeching Halt, Tickleford

Farmhouse, Tickleford Gully

The Hills of Zimmerman

Tickleford Gully locals

Farm, Tickleford Gully

Bridge over the River Tickell

The Gully

Another dog, Charley dog

Sunset over Tickleford

Tickleford Moor

Looking out from Zimmerman Hill

Looking towards The City

The Lake

The High Street

Chocolate Box Cottage