Newdigate is a village Surrey lying to the east of the A24 running between Dorking and Horsham. Neighbouring villages include Charlwood, Capel and Coldharbour. Newdigate has a medieval Church called St Peter's, an infant school, a village shop, run and owned by Bob Bettesworth, with sub post office and two public houses as well as many small businesses. Within the parish four names are important - Newdigate, Ewood, Parkgate and Kingsland. The name Newdigate is probably derived from "on Ewood gate" which means on the road to Ewood, as Newdigate began as a road through the forest rather than a fixed settlement. Ewood (Yew Wood) was described from early times as a "park" which was an enclosure of the forest for the purpose of deer hunting - the patent rolls of 1312 refer to it. This later gave rise to the name Parkgate, the "gate" by now meaning an entrance.

From the original description - The mansion of the Newdigates, which consisted of different buildings enclosing a quadrangular court, proved too large for their successors, and the greater part was pulled down by J. S. Budgen about the end of the eighteenth century, the remainder being converted into a farmhouse as it still remains 3 occupied by a bailiff. There have been alterations since, but a considerable portion of the old house remains, close timbered work dating probably from the fifteenth century, with a very heavy iron- studded oaken door. One of the great barns appears to be of the same date, but the great beams no longer cover the sheaves of wheat and piles of grain ; it is a grass farm now, and the busy flail plies no more young cattle are housed on the threshing- floor and their litter covers the oaken planks which have been polished by generations of bygone husbandmen. One little fragment of ancient custom remains-the making for personal use of a cider so excellent in quality that it might he nectar. The pond may be a portion of the old moat, but all other trace of it has vanished. The modern Newdigate Place is a fine house about half a mile to the south, occupied by Mrs. janson. From the old house a wide green lane goes northwards towards the village and church, about a mile distant. This in olden days was the avenue to the Place ; it abounds with primroses and blue bells and the high thorn hedges were alive with singing birds, but, as a road for modern pedestrians, it can only he described as awful, and the dusty highway brings a sense of relief.