History
The toponym "Newton" is derived from the Old English for "new farm". It is recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086 as Nevtone. The affix 'Longville' was added in the 13th century after the Cluniac priory of Longueville, Calvados, in Normandy, France, that held the manor of Newton at that time, and to distinguish this village from other places called Newton, particularly nearby Newton Blossomville. In 1441, when its previous owner died without issue, the King bestowed it on the Warden and fellows of New College, Oxford.
Parts of the Church of England parish church of Saint Faith are late 12th century, but the exterior is largely Perpendicular Gothic.
Newton Longville has a fine collection of "cruck" framed thatched houses dating from the mid to late 15th century, with good examples at 'Moor End'.
Newton Longville is twinned with Longueville-sur-Scie in Normandy, France.
The main industry in the village between 1847 and 1990 was brick making. The village was home to a large brick factory, originally belonging to the Read family, becoming the Bletchley Brick company in 1923, and then taken over by the London Brick Company (LBC) in 1929. The works produced bricks using the 'Fletton' technique and distributed bricks all over the country. It was closed down in November 1990 and is now a landfill site.
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