Saffron Walden

Well, I've got a good answer for that, actually, because, you know, Andy Burnham talked about the advice out on the high street.

And I think, you know, we're over a similar age where we remember the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, et cetera, you know, down in Saffron Walden, which is still a bit like that, by the way.

I don't remember the candlestick

maker, but there we go.

Children themselves were not immune to Roman influence.

Excavations at the Roman site of Saffron Walden uncovered a small wooden classroom where boys were taught Latin reading, and on nearby playthings some pieces of clay bear faint traces of crude alphabetic carvings.

This indicates that education was accessible to children from families who could afford it, typically those attached to local administrators or estate managers.

Even as the elite enjoyed luxury, they were not immune to economic pressures.

And so...

And it come out of South Coast, Saffron Walden, I'm thinking M11, into Tottenham.

I used to still think that way.

What's the easiest way to get to Tottenham? To the ground.

Where in Essex are you from then?

I grew up in Saffron Walden, but I live in Woodford.

Yeah.

Yes.

Okay, because I've been gigging in Saffron Walden, but I've never been to Woodford.

You've done a gig in Saffron Walden? Yeah, I can't remember what.

I think it's in the school, isn't it? Yeah,

maybe that was it.

I detect the paver.

If the name was not derived from that of some English locality, Saffron Walden, for instance, one might suppose that it was called originally Walled-in Pond.

The pond was my well, ready dug.

For four months in the year its water is as cold as it is pure at all times, and I think that it is then as good as any, if not the best, in the town.

End of chapter 2 CHAPTER III.

PRIEST HUNTING AT BRADOCKS in the parish of wimbish about six miles from saffron walden stand the remains of a fine old tudor house named broad oaks or braddocks which in elizabeth's reign was a noted house for priest hunting wandering through its ancient rooms the imagination readily carries us back to the drama enacted here three centuries ago with a vividness as if the events recorded had happened yesterday the chapel and priest-holes may still be seen and a fine old stone fireplace that was stripped of its over mantle c of carved oak by the pursuivants in their vain efforts when father gerard was concealed in the house the old essex family of wisemen of braddock's were staunch romanists and their home being a noted resort for priests received from time to time sudden visits the dreaded top cliff had upon one occasion nearly brought the head of the family an aged widow lady to the horrors of the press-yard but her punishment eventually took the form of imprisonment searches at braddock's had brought forth hiding-places priests compromising papers and armour and weapons let us see with what success the house was explored in the easter of the year fifteen ninety four gerard gives his exciting experiences as follows The searchers broke down the door, and forcing their way in, spread through the house with great noise and racket.

Their first step was to lock up the mistress of the house in her own room with her two daughters, and the Catholic servants they kept locked up in diverse places in the same part of the house.

The mistress of the house was Jane Wiseman, wife of William Wiseman.

Now onto this year's Camera Pub of the Year award, which has its 16 top pubs, and that's one from each area.

You've got East Anglia's Railway Arms in Saffron Walden, the Malt Shovel Tavern in Northampton representing East Central, The Railway Inn in Ketton for East Midlands and others across the country.

North West's representative is the Northumberland Arms in Marple Bridge.

In South West you've got Fallen Tree in Clevedon.

I recreated a photo.

Two of my uncles were prisoners of war in England, near Saffron Walden, during World War II.

I went over to England, found the farms, talked to the farmers, who a young boy who was now old remembered them, and I took a photo where they had a photo taken.

Ah,