We picked our way along a footpath and over some fallow land from Stocking Pelham to Crabb’s Green. The hamlet is a stone’s throw from the Essex border that on this stretch exhibits no obvious geological or topographical logic so we have typical ‘Hertfordshire Greens’ a mile or two inside Essex.
The few houses of Crabb’s Green are dotted around an expansive sward nicely hidden by high hedges. And those hedges don’t just stop passers by looking in. More importantly if you live there, they block a view out and to the south of a transformer station and its attendant pylons.
On our way home, we ticked Washall Green off the list. The familiar meeting of country roads and footpaths with a post box and a cottage or two on the junction and lofty-chimneyed farmhouse further back.