Water Orton - Features

Features

There is a fine Pack Horse Bridge, which is scheduled as an Ancient Monument, over the River Tame on the road to Minworth. It was built by Bishop John Vesey of Sutton Coldfield in 1520.

Water Orton today has a small High Street with a variety of shops and take aways, two pubs, a Primary School, two other Churches, Doctor and Dental surgeries, two Parks, a Cricket Club (Water Orton CC), a Rugby Club (Old Saltleians RFC) two amateur football sides, Water Orton United who play in the Coronation league division 1 their home pitch is the local park. And of course Orton Rangers who are by far the most successful, with numerous trophies spanning twenty years. And a parish hall, which has recently been rebuilt and renamed 'The Link'. In addition, Water Orton is home to the amateur dramatics company, (Company of the Curtain), who produced all their productions in the Water Orton Parish Hall until December 2008. They now continue to produce plays in the neighbouring village of Curdworth. As well as rail services both in the village, and a short distance away in Coleshill, there is a half-hourly, switching to hourly in the evenings, bus service (number 90; formerly 590) to Birmingham and Coleshill. Some new housing was built during 2003 and 2004. A carnival is held every summer. A car boot sale is held on Sunday mornings during the summer, just off the road towards Castle Bromwich. Recently, anti-HS2 campaigners have been very active in the village, and have formed the Water Orton Stop HS2 Action Group.

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