Coordinates: 53°35′37″N 0°43′40″W / 53.593620°N 0.727643°W
Gunness (or Gunhouse) is a village and civil parish in North Lincolnshire, England. It is situated 3 miles (5 km) west from Scunthorpe, and on the east bank of the River Trent.
On the Doncaster Road is the Grade II listed Rectory and Stable Block, built by James Fowler of Louth in 1864-66.
In 1933 Kelly's Directory noted Gunness as:
a township and small village... deriving its name from forming a ness or promontory in the River Trent. It has a station, for goods only, about half a mile distant on the South Yorkshire branch of the London and North Eastern railway, and is three-quarters of a mile from Althorpe station and 3½ miles west from Scunthorpe on the same railway, 18 miles north from Gainsborough and 175 from London.
It was formerly a chapelry in the parish of West Halton, but together with Burringham was formed into an ecclesiastical parish Oct. 15, 1861, from the ecclesiastical parishes of Bottesford, Frodingham and Crosby, and is in the Brigg division of the county, parts of Lindsey, north division of Manley wapentake, rural district of Glanford Brigg, county court district of Brigg, petty sessional division of Scunthorpe, rural deanery of Manlake, archdeaconry of Stow and diocese of Lincoln.
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