Morton is one of those villages you could easily bypass. Apart from the desirable homes - the kind I can only ever dream of being able to afford - it boasts a church, a post box and an old-fashioned red telephone box equipped with a defibrillator.
There's no shops but as I discovered, after a detour off the main road to Southwell, there's an idyllic-looking olde world pub called the Full Moon Inn. It's a picturesque red-brick building, with Georgian-style windows, creepers on the wall and a pantile-roofed porch.
A sign outside says "step inside my friends and take a cup, it is not dark for the moon is up, sit down, refresh and pay your way, then you will call another day." It seems inviting enough - especially for a woman on her own. When I was younger I would never go into a pub to meet friends, let alone sit down and eat by myself but thankfully times have changed.
