Great Ouse is one of Englands longer rivers. About 260 km from near Silverstone in Northants to Kings Lynn in Norfolk. In April 2008 i’d driven from Canterbury to Norwich to take youngest son to Cambridge and third son to University of East Anglia. They’re twins. Lunch in Trinity. Stayed at Kings Lynn Youth Hostel.Continue reading “A short walk by the Great Ouse”
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What a year
I started this blog almost a year ago. Intended to write of the joy of walking, based on my work as a countryside access warden and walks with Datrows and my son. Expected to ramble off on byways of thought, inspired by nature and my fellow walkers. Thanks to covid and decrepitude my walks haveContinue reading “What a year”
A walk in Boughton
On Thursday December 17th i visited the footpaths of Boughton under Blean, about ten kilometres west of Canterbury. Boughton means place with beech trees. The addition differentiates it from other Boughtons, e.g. Boughton Aluph near Wye. The main street, imaginatively named The Street, is the former Roman road Watling Street later the A2. The A2Continue reading “A walk in Boughton”
Canterbury’s Middle Ring
Canterbury’s middle ring of footpaths and roads is more than ten miles long. I am walking it in easy stages. From home i walked up Lime Kiln road, leading to an old chalk quarry. The Elham Valley railway ran through the pit on its way to Folkestone. Half of the pit is now a housingContinue reading “Canterbury’s Middle Ring”
A favourite walk
My walk last Sunday was a circuit of Canterbury, following the line of the medieval city walls. What makes it a favourite? It starts at home, is fairly flat, and is only about two miles. Lots of history plus fortyfive years of family memories. Posters on lampposts about a lost kitten. A loud fire engine.Continue reading “A favourite walk”
A symbolic trespass
On April 24th, 1932 the Kinder mass trespass took place. The Duke of Devonshire would not let walkers on his grouse moors between Manchester and Sheffield. Walkers and political activists challenged him with a deliberate trespass, battling with game keepers. Some were arrested and jailed. Folksinger and communist Ewan McColl wrote “The Manchester Rambler”, aContinue reading “A symbolic trespass”
Easter Sunday
My Exercise Walk this sunny Sunday was a slow stroll around Canterbury, delivering Easter eggs to two of my sons and enjoying the ancient empty streets. I’ll write of a longer walk, which i might have done but for the lockdown. The village of Chartham is about three miles southwest of Canterbury. Take bus orContinue reading “Easter Sunday”
Spring is here
Today’s Permitted Exercise was a two mile walk, more or less following the line of Canterbury’s medieval walls. On Roman foundations. Willows in leaf by the River Stour. Lots of mallards in the Westgate Gardens. Magnolias. A welcome takeaway coffee in the Dane John Gardens. My monthly climb of the Dane John Mound, surely anContinue reading “Spring is here”
Hambrook
Walking, preferably in the country, is essential to my mental and physical wellbeing. It’s good to avoid buses and unnecessary car journeys. A time to revisit short walks from home. Short because of general decrepitude. One of my favourite places is Hambrook, a nature reserve just to the west of Canterbury. A water meadow byContinue reading “Hambrook”
Rambling Brummie 