Local Area
There are two pubs in the village - The Bradgate and The Linford. There is a primary school which celebrated its centenary in 2007, and various restaurants (including Gibson's Grey Lady). In 2008 the Louis Scott Restaurant opposite the Park gates changed ownership and became the Village Restaurant putting it in the same family ownership as Gibson's Grey Lady Restaurant. There is a B&B called "Wondai", but the Johnscliffe Hotel was demolished a few years ago to make way for housing.
Bradgate Park attracts walkers and cyclists, and in the summer the village is often full of day-trippers from all around Leicestershire. There are three cafes, the Jade Tea Rooms, the Post Office Cafe and the Marion Cafe which was named after Marion Richardson who used to live there. The Post Office itself was closed in 2008 but remains a newsagent as well as a cafe. There is also a cafe in the Deer Barn in the centre of Bradgate Park.
The River Lin runs through the village, before flowing through Bradgate Park and joining the reservoir at Cropston.
Newtown Linford boasts a large number of old cottages with a lot of character - especially between Groby Lane and Markfield Lane. At the end of Groby Lane is the village cricket pitch. All Saints Church (built c.1400) is next to the cricket pitch, but the village cemetery lies at the top of the hill on Groby Lane. The churchyard includes a gravestone inscribed with the letters of the alphabet and numerals, said to have been a practice stone purchased by a miserly man to save on the cost of getting a stone inscribed.
Newtown Linford is also home to one of Britain's surviving police boxes. This box is a listed building and is still used by the local Police beat team today.
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