A walk around early modern Trumpton

Travelers noted a remarkable resemblance to Leipzig

 The Town walls

The walls of Trumpton are in a state of lamentable decrepitude.  They may appear imposing from afar, but they have been left to crumble in many places.  As the war and investment appear inevitable, the townsfolk are working to restore what they can.

 

The Gates

The finely appointed Camberwick gate is the finest of the four late medieval entrances to the town.  It has a continental style, the rich golden stone stands in contrast to the rather grimy and mostly collapsing town walls.  The arms and motto of the town are emblazoned here;

 nugas non tantum omnia sunt Deo

all are mere toys without God

The Inns and Hostelries

The Cripple and Bastard – by the Guild Church of St Brian Canto.  The headquarters during the early stages of the war, and during the sieges of the town

The great fat Big Bear – by the London gate.  The secret meeting place of the Trumpton divines during the reign of Bloody Mary

The Withered Spoon – by the Water Gate.  A dirty, dingy hole with the foulest ale in the whole county - for the meaner sort in the Borough

The Turk’s Arse – not to be confused with the Turk’s Head in Camberwick Green – by the Mill Gate.  A most peculiar place