During our recent trip to London, we stopped in a few of the nearby towns. One of the villages we decided to visit was a place called Lavenham. Lavenham is a quaint town, about an hour and a half outside of London. It has lots of quaint shops, and quaint houses and quaint people (have I used the word “quaint” enough?). But the town really was sweet.
Our first stop was the Tourist Information Centre (I think every town in England has one, because there’s so much history…everywhere). The lady at the Centre pointed us in the direction of the “crooked house,” and told us that the woman who wrote Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star lived in Lavenham when she wrote the poem (that would later become the song). The woman at the Tourist Centre also suggested we stop at a Tea Room around the corner…for a spot of tea (I Love England). So, that’s exactly what we did.
Here’s the Tea Room
It was cool outside and we were hungry, and it was tea time (I Love England). So this was the perfect time to get some tea. The Tea Room was a quaint small place with great tea and delicious shortbread. Mike had a scone with clotted cream (and now his life will never be the same).
We walked around town after that (gotta walk off the shortbread and scone). We immediately found what had to be the “crooked house.” “There was a crooked house, with a crooked man…” I don’t know the story, but my husband heard the story from someone and continued repeating that line. I still don’t know how that story ends.
Is this crooked or what?
At any rate, we made our way to The Parish Church of St. Peter and St. Paul. This church is a 15th-century structure that sits in the middle of a lush field (there’s also a cemetery on the grounds).
The Parish Church of St. Peter and St. Paul
Part of the church cemetery
The interior of the church was pretty impressive. It had impossibly high wooden ceilings, stone arches, stained glass windows, and a huge pipe organ. There was also an area dedicated to the British and American soldiers of World War 2.
Wooden ceiling
Church interior
Tribute to American Soldiers
And that was our side-trip to Lavenham, England. Oh yeah, if you’re wondering about the title of this post…I found out that Lavenham was a medieval wool town.
So, instead of writing Bully for Lavenham, I wrote Woolly for Lavenham. Clever, huh? 🙂