Five walkers met at Totteridge and Whetstone Station at 10:00 on a cloudy but tolerably warm Sunday morning. The first part of the walk took us along the Dollis Valley Greenwalk, the Dollis Brook being the stream (it is hardly a river) which gave its name to the district of Dollis Hill, just over the borough boundary in Brent. We passed through Underhill, better known as the playing fields of Barnet Football Club. We then got onto the London Loop and carried on through open fields. This is a difficult walk to lead, as there are few signposts along the way. Fortunately, despite some showery rain en route, the paths were unexpectedly dry; if we had not had such a dry summer, they would have been muddy up to your ankles as many of the paths are used by horses. Due to poor signposting we ended up taking a slightly different route to the one originally planned, but taking the alternative route via Totteridge Fields took us to a safer crossing point for the one main road that we had to cross, Totteridge Lane. We then took a footpath down to Mill Hill, passing through fields where horses are kept and with views across to North Finchley. An amazing amount of farming is carried out in this area even though it is in Zone 4 of the London tube network. We stopped in the Mill Field for a photo stop and to admire the views to the truly enormous tower blocks that have been constructed in North Acton, and the Wembley Arch. We then made our way to our lunch stop at the Three Hammers pub, pleasantly situated on a village green.
For the return leg, we headed down The Ridgeway to Mill Hill village and made a stop at a Nigerian church to view an ongoing Sunday service. Afterwards, we followed some extremely poorly marked footpaths (resulting in a few wrong turns) across Mill Hill Cricket Club. These coincided with some short-lived but rather heavy bursts of rain, for which all participants were prepared with suitable clothing. But eventually we made it to Darlands Nature Reserve, which is a very well hidden lake in the middle of some farmland that really doesn't feel like London at all. We tried to make friends with some cattle in the fields on our way back to Totteridge village. Most were friendly, with the exception of one rather grumpy calf. This is one of the more difficult walks to lead on account of the deficient signposting along most of the route. However, all five of us made it back to the pub stop at the end, namely the Orange Tree at Totteridge village, where we enjoyed well deserved drinks.
Walkers were David L, Ian, Simon, Yolli and Geri.
Report by Brian
On another very warm sunny evening thirteen walkers met for pre-walk drinks in the popular garden of the Case is Altered. We caught up on recent camping adventures. Our route took in Eastcote House gardens, full of colour as ever, Kerry and Bharti identifying many of the flowers and herbs. We then followed the Celandine Route along the River Pinn. Our route took in a hidden meadow and footpaths with the sound of summer from the trees mixed with the inexhaustible chat from Louise. After a detour through Cuckoo Hill Park and the gathering at the Old Oak Tree, we arrived at Eastcote cricket fields where a match was still in play. Then back to the Case for post-walk drinks where Teresa and Anne discussed their first walk ideas.
Walkers were Brian, Louise, Kevin, Kerry, Runi, Simon, Bharti, Ewan, Hema, Mick W, Anne, Dean T and Teresa.
Report by Brian
Fifteen took the fast train to Shoreham on Sea on a scorchio Saturday in this heatwave summer. We stocked up at the bakers outside the station (mid-Victorian Classical style) before exploring the charming seaside town. At St Mary's (Norman structure) the town fete was busy with stalls and cake stands. We followed the coastal path before detouring to Shoreham Airport. Opened in 1936 it is an Art Deco gem with all features preserved and has been featured in many period films including several Poirot episodes. We took over the runway café with great views of the airfield, the single engine aeroplanes and Lancing College in the distance. Over jam doughnuts Rob, Rob and Jeff identified the various aircraft and helicopters taking off and landing. Soon we joined the Downs Link Long Distance Path. The former railway line which follows the River Adur. The day was heating up as we headed north, taking in Old Shoreham Church and then Lancing College and its Neo-Gothic masterpiece Lancing Chapel. Rowing boats and canoes flowed past and there were many cyclists on this Sustrans creation with several sculptures reflecting the history of the line.
We had our picnic lunch at a sheltered spot, several planes swooping over on the descent to the aerodrome. We detoured to the Saxon church of St Botolph's, its medieval wall paintings just surviving in patches. Soon we reached Bramber Castle, an 11th century fortress dominating the valley. We then explored Bramber village with St Mary Church, the former manor, and pilgrims' lodging. Our group took over the pub for cold drinks on such a scorching day, and the tea shop. "The coffee cake was rather spiffing" said Carole as we boarded the bus. Soon we were back at Shoreham to gatecrash a wedding at the yacht club, very stylish VW campervan for the bride and groom. Just time for fish and chips in the churchyard. Just the ticket said Ian after a jolly fine day out in Sussex.
Walkers were Brian, Louise, Kevin, Soraya, Neil, Jeff, Coogee, Rob, Rob, Jeff, Carole, Milton, Peter, Judith and Marianne.
Report by Brian
4 of us made our way to the Norfolk coast for the fourth weekend of walking the England Coast Path. We stayed on the Friday and Saturday nights at a hotel in Great Yarmouth.
On the Saturday morning we set off at around 9:45am from Sea Palling. Initially the walk took us behind the sand dunes and there was some shade, but unfortunately this didn't last, and we spent quite a lot of the time walking along the beach on a very hot and sunny day. We made a couple of stops for ice creams in addition to a lunch stop, and managed to complete the 15-mile walk back to Great Yarmouth at around 4:00pm, after which we had a well-deserved drink in our hotel's air-conditioned bar.
The plan for Sunday was a shorter walk on the Norfolk Broads, which we started at around 9:30am. After around half an hour it became obvious that the path was going to take us a bit too close to a surprisingly large number of herds of cows that were a bit too curious for our liking, so we decided to cut the day's walk short and head home a little earlier.
Thanks to Amanda, Karen and Malcolm for joining me.
Report by Phil
Keen walkers began to arrive, some gravitating toward coffee and snacks from the café. Semi-fuelled and full of growing enthusiasm, we welcomed a new member joining us for his first walk. With sun cream generously applied we set off, strolling over the bridge toward Juniper Hill, crossing the golf course. We meandered through woodlands and lush green paths, soaking up the scenery: a brilliant blue sky and birdsong all around. Our route took us through the well-known parks - Bishop's Wood Country Park, Ruislip Woods Nature Reserve, Mad Bess Wood, and Bayhurst Woods Country Park. But this walk had something new in store. For the first time, we explored a different path via Breakspear House, where we paused in open, rolling fields and made ourselves comfortable for a well-earned lunch break.
Eventually managing to rise from our sun-dappled rest, we continued on, discovering fresh paths and previously unexplored routes, much to everyone's delight. We arrived at the ANZAC Cemetery and St. Mary's Church, where we paused again. The group, moved by the history of the First World War, listened as Michael gave a thoughtful, poignant talk about the Australian soldiers who had once stood on this soil. Onward to Harefield for a water top-up, then through Cook's Wood and past Stockers Farm, famously known as Black Beauty country. We even had an audience: majestic horses, seemingly ready for their photo moment. Final stop for cool drinks and natter. Another beautiful day filled with nature, history, and shared adventure.
A massive hot thankyou to Surinder, David L, Michael L, David K, Mike W, Dean T, Jas, Rohini and Owen.
Report by Runi
On a very hot afternoon 6 of us met to enjoy some of the sights of London and ended up at the Scoop for a picnic and live music. We met at Green Park and made our way to Buckingham Palace before entering the beautiful St James's Park. As it was so hot we tried to walk in the shade of the trees before crossing the parched Horse Guards Parade into Whitehall. We walked up Whitehall and stopped in Parliament Square to admire the statues, have a drink and a 5-minute sit-down before crossing Westminster Bridge and looking at the now somewhat tatty Covid Wall. We made our way onto the Southbank and decided to stop for refreshments at the roof terrace near the Festival Hall. After our break we carried on along the Southbank taking in all the wonderful sights before reaching London Bridge where we all bought snacks and drinks for our picnic. We made our way into the Scoop and were treated to some live music from up and coming artists.
A big thank you to my fellow walkers who braved the heat.
Report by Pauline
Camping in Sussex always takes place in a heatwave, and we were bathed in glorious sunshine for the whole weekend. Sixteen returned to Woodfire Campsite, next to the South Downs with majestic views from the tents. Four were staying in the stylish glamping units, Jeremy, Odile, Anneke and novice camper Charlie. Sally opened up the cava and dips to welcome all the arrivals as Alexa, camp manager, wandered over to admire Mellow Mikes 1970's vintage tent. "I say you chaps, can one take a photo, it's simply divine" as she captured the tent's colourful patterns using a vintage Polaroid camera. With Boom Radio playing hits from the 70s we were transported back to the age of the grocer. Brian then led the group to Ambersham for the Cowdray Park polo match. We were impressed by the speed and dexterity of the riders as we enjoyed our Pimms at the clubhouse. Back at site Mike D and Kevin prepared the campfire. On a very balmy evening around the blazing logs, the political debate began: Nick: Why I became a socialist, Jeremy: How the unions ruined Britain.
On Saturday the early sun woke us early for breakfast and Boom Radio. Anneke and Charlie prepared a perfect scrambled eggs on speciality toast as others waited in vain for the bacon baps. Brian led the walkers on a sweltering day for our South Downs walk. We crossed several equestrian fields before our stop at Grafham village shop for Sussex ice creams. We then found the medieval St Giles church before some horse riders led us on the long bridleway to the South Downs. We followed the South Downs Way westwards before superb panoramic views from Heyshott summit. Perfect for our picnic lunch as we took in the views as far as the North Downs. Then steep descent and Sussex Cottages with hollyhocks and orchids. At Heystock the village church was festooned for a wedding, and we waited with the crowd for the bride to arrive. We stopped at the Unicorn pub for cooling drinks in the beer garden (no car show this time). Then the final leg to Midhurst with its wealth of Tudor and Georgian buildings. We explored this charming town and took in the imposing ruins of Cowdray Park, left intact as part of the Neo-Gothic Romantic movement. We took over the market square, patronising the tea rooms and the Swan pub with its cozy outdoor seating. Just in the nick a bus minivan arrived for our journey back. As the afternoon sun blazed down, we surprised Louise with her birthday cake, "I say, its awfully nice" said Louise as we all took a slice. Over cava and prosecco, we took in the views of this rather splendid campsite, the canvas of the glamping bell tents shining in the bright sunshine, many groups playing rounders with children and teddies going for wheelbarrow races. Harpreet and Sandra lit up the barbecue for a sumptuous feast. The event organiser was awarded a free meal at the campsite catering open-air venue. At decorated long tables many diners assembled for the fayre prepared by the woodfire chefs. As dusk arrived Rob and Dee started the campfire on another very warm night, Coogee again providing the music with his trusty ukulele, some new sea shanties being premiered.
Sunday was another scorchio. After many rounds of tea we struck camp and headed for Petworth. Another historic Sussex market town, Petworth has a wealth of art and antique shops. We assembled at a Tudor-era courtyard where we happened upon tiffin tea rooms. The organiser was ambushed (in Boris style) with a ginormous slice of Victoria Sponge. "Oh goody, just the ticket" was the only possible response. We explored the cobbled alleyways, full of antique shops, before entering the impressive parish church. The verger explained that Henry II founded the church as penance after the Thomas A Beckett incident. Then we spent the afternoon at the magnificent Petworth House, a Baroque-era palace. The landscaped gardens contain lakes, Greek temples and a kaleidoscope of colours. After seeing just a part of the fabulous artwork inside the house it was just time for a final cream tea after another super camping holiday in Sussex.
Campers were Brian, Kevin, Louise, Coogee, Nick G, Sandra, Rob P, Dee, Sally, Mike D, Irene, Harpreet. Anneke, Charlie, Jeremy and Odile.
Report by Brian
The annual midsummer sunset ride arranged by London Cyclists always takes place in great weather and yesterday's ride was truly scorchio. Around thirty cyclists assembled at Ealing, with lots of friends catching up over comparisons of the various cycles. Our route was via quiet lanes, cycle tracks, New Brentford and Thames Path through Syon Park, Richmond, and Ham House. We paused for the group photo at the Syon House panorama. The Richmond riverside was very busy with drinkers, walkers and sunbathers on such a sweltering evening. After a cycle through Richmond Park, we reached the summit of Richmond Hill where we joined hundreds of cyclists for drinks on the terrace. Groups were from Kingston, Hammersmith, Brent and vintage cycle groups and others. The clear blue skies afforded great views from Turner's famous viewpoint.
Cyclists were Brian, Ian O and Rob W.
Report by Brian
On a perfect summer day eight of us spent the day at the Brooklands Relived Festival. The cyclists followed the Thames Path, passing Hampton Court Palace, looking as splendid as ever in the sunshine. The Thames was full of single yachts and rowing boats with the path busy with walkers and a running race. We then came to D'Oyly Carte's island, the private island with its just-so café. Waffles and coffee was just the ticket as we watched the world flow by from the deckchairs. Rob W then used his local knowledge to guide us through Weybridge to reach Brooklands itself.
Brooklands was the original home of motor racing and aviation, created in 1909, and is now a complex of museums and full-size exhibitions celebrating the legacy. Today was the jolly good fun vintage festival with 1930s vehicles parading on the famous racecourse. Louise, Kevin and family took in the Punch and Judy show with Con providing some heckles for Mr Punch. The 1940s-style Nightingale harmony group led us through all the wartime hits ending with an evocative performance of "Bless Em All". We admired the American jive dancers and the Gatsby re-enactors. Lots of picnickers on the lawns and museum terrace parade ground on such a sunny afternoon. We explored the Bus Museum, the aircraft on the former runway, then the vast range of motorcycles and cycles (including some rare Mark 1 Choppers). Then it was the Hill Start Competition which featured some powerful vintage vehicles as well as many "cycle karts", half-sized models of classic cars with the drivers perched precariously close to the ground. Just time for some awfully nice Victoria Sponge for all after a very sunny Sunday by the Thames.
Attendees were Brian, Jeff, Rob W, Con, Louise, Kevin, Matt and Laura.
Report by Brian
On a bright and sunny morning in Rickmansworth, we gathered as a group - some familiar faces, some new - ready to embark on our next walking adventure. Spirits were high as we welcomed new members and set off, passing the newly improved children's play area and crossing the bridge towards the fields affectionately known as Black Beauty - yes, the very ones made famous by the beloved television series, and magically a herd of magnificent horses appear over the hill. A perfect opportunity for photos. To our surprise, the paths through the fields were dry underfoot, making for a breezy trek toward Hill End. Around us, the rolling green landscape burst with yellow buttercups, the countryside alive with fresh growth - vibrant flowers, flourishing plants, and lush, towering trees. With excited chatter and eager footsteps, we headed into the woodland, all looking forward to our much-anticipated stop at Mitchell's Village Kitchen. We were greeted with warm smiles by Sharon and her mother, who were already busy preparing steaming cups of tea and coffee. The aroma of freshly baked cakes drifted through the air, making our mouths water. We settled in with hot drinks and an irresistible spread - cakes, milkshakes, sausage rolls, sandwiches - savouring every bite and the peaceful surroundings.
Eventually it was time to move on. We said our thankyous and continued our walk toward Woodcock Hill and White Hill. Walking through fields of corn, the excitement wasn't over yet - we encountered a herd of 60+ curious cows guarding the stile that we needed to cross. With a mix of bravery and cautious strategy, our walkers managed to find their way through. A quick lunch stop by the pond offered a moment of rest before we ventured on through Moor Park. There, we paused to watch some golfers in action, then climbed to the top, where we admired the sweeping views and the grandeur of Moor Park Manor (there may have been a slight moment where someone - naming no names - mistook it for a house, swiftly corrected, of course). Finally, we arrived at The White Bear, ready for a well-earned drink. We sat outdoors, sun on our faces, drinks in hand, soaking in the success of a day well spent.
Thank you to those who joined me: Shirley, Pam, Michael, Teresa, Ian, Marianne, Amin, Elaine, Owen, Jas, Emilia, Anneka and Milton.
Report by Runi
6 of us met bright and early at Watford Station for the annual Marathon Walk. We headed off promptly at 8:15am, walking down through Cassiobury Park to the Grand Union Canal, then walking north along the towpath, making best use of the opportunity to set a brisk pace. Reaching Kings Langley, we headed west to Chipperfield Common and then Bovingdon and Ley Hill. From there I managed to navigate the woods south of Botley without too much difficulty, so we reached Chesham in good time. We took the opportunity to buy ice creams and cooling drinks when we passed a petrol station.
Heading out of Chesham on the Chess Valley Walk, we found a shady spot for lunch. After lunch we continued along the Chess valley, passing by Latimer House and Sarratt Bottom, and then up through Loudwater and on to Croxley Green. We then headed back towards Watford, walking over Jacotts Hill and back into Cassiobury Park, taking the opportunity for a second ice cream stop before finally reaching Watford Station at around 5:30pm.
Well done to Amanda, Asif, Denisa, Malcolm and Sohail for all completing the full distance with me.
Report by Brian
On a very warm sunny evening sixteen of us met at the Queen's Head for pre-walk drinks. Dog walkers Mike and Louis set off first with Mi Faw greeting all the locals through the Pinner heritage area. At Wakemans Hill we paused for the views east over Pinner Farm meadows. At the farm we admired the large herd of dairy cows. Louise and Kevin met a family friend by chance at Headstone. Peter and Peter reminisced about their childhood spent on the farm when the herd was milked by hand. We walked across the meadows and then crossed the cricket green to Harrow Arts Centre. We then walked through Hatch End, full of very diverse restaurants. Teresa was inspired to suggest a forthcoming social there. We returned to Pinner via the hidden-away tennis courts where Dean played many a match. Back to the Queen's Head where we found tables in the busy beer garden.
Walkers were Brian, Louise, Kevin, Louis, Teresa, Mike Mc, Anne, Mike, Carole, Milton, Charan, Ewan, Hema, Harpreet, Peter and Peter.
Report by Brian
Well, I was pleasantly surprised at the turnout for this walk given the weather forecast of heavy rain and possible thunderstorms, 12 in total. We set off from Preston Road Station through some backstreets, passing the house with old rusty but rare cars, then made our way up Barnhill to the pond, with great views of Wembley Stadium and the Shard from the trig point. Photos over, we made our way over to the other side of the park with a big sky view of the surrounding area, with the weather still good. Then onwards down through some streets to the pretty St Andrews Church which was relocated from central London, and the older smaller church tucked behind. We then had a leisurely lunch at the excellent garden centre, well positioned near the Welsh Harp.
Lunch over, we made our way along the path next to the reservoir. Unfortunately the walk leader tripped and landed awkwardly. Fortunately our pop-up qualified physio Denisa was there to help. Hopefully shoulder not dislocated and will recover soon. Vian improvised a sling for the affected arm. Serves me right for shoelaces not tied properly. Anyway drama over, we started our return leg of the walk past the reservoir through the park past Charlie Watts' (Rolling Stones fame) house where he was raised, then back through the lower slopes of Barnhill and back to the start point, and only then did it start to rain and heavily. Some of us went to the Preston pub for refreshments. Everyone agreed they enjoyed the walk.
My thanks to Ewan, Hemma, David, Simon, Yolli, Paul, Beverley, Sarah, Carol, Denisa and Vian for ignoring the weather forecast and joining me.
Report by Mick
A baker's dozen of eager campers arrived at Hayles Fruit Farm for a return to one of our favourite campsites. Hayles Campsite is situated on a working fruit farm next to the Cistercian Hailes Abbey and is directly on the Cotswold Way, with the steam railway passing through. Sally provided the cava and dips to accompany Dee's cake as we pitched to the great tunes of Boom Radio. Brian led the afternoon walk through the vineyards of the farm before we had fish and chips at the site café with ciders and fruit juices from the bountiful farm shop. Tim B was in charge of the campfires, and we were soon gathered around the blazing logs for Nick's political lecture and star gazing.
Saturday was chuffing perfect as we awaited the steam train at Winchcombe. Time for tea and buns in the station buffet, full of fifties fittings and equipment, we were transported back to when Alma and Ruby sang on the wireless. The Gloucester and Warwickshire preserved railway stretches from Cheltenham Racecourse to the enchanting Cotswold town of Broadway. Our steam train ride took in twenty miles of the very scenic Cotswold Hills including the restored Stanway Viaduct and the fabulous station buildings, with adverts for forgotten cigarettes and chocolate. At Broadway we alighted to jump on the vintage Routemaster bus to arrive at the main square. A country fair was in progress. After lunch at the tea gardens we started our hike southwards. Our walk took in the Cotswold Way, passing impressive manors built with the honey-coloured Cotswold stone which provides a timeless quality. We explored the villages of Buckland and Laverton before arriving at the picture-perfect town of Stanton. We climbed to the Mount Inn with perhaps the best views of any pub in the Cotswolds. From the balcony terrace we could see the Malvern Hills in the distance as we refreshed with some cooling drinks. We continued south to Stanway House, the 17th century Jacobean mansion, before arriving back at site. Louise presented Rob with his sumptuous birthday cake, adorned with a cycle display and Rob's photo at the Bluebell Festival. "Well I never, its simply divine" exclaimed Rob in surprise as we all tucked in. Tim B and Kevin prepared a lavish barbecue for the group, with lots of supplies from the farm shop. Around the campsite Coogee led the sing-song with his trusty ukulele, finishing with a rousing rendition of "Amarillo".
On Sunday we awoke with birdsong and the whistles from the steam locos. As the sun shone down, we struck camp powered by Boom Radio and many mugs of tea. We first toured Hayles Abbey, the Cistercian establishment alongside the campsite which was a pilgrimage site in the Middle Ages. Then to Winchcombe, the ancient Saxon capital of Mercia. The abbey church is an outstanding example of Late English Gothic. The vicar, fine and dandy in his Pentecost livery, greeted us as the sun shone on the righteous. The service had just ended so the verger was handing round coffee to all the worshippers, so we joined in. Just the ticket said all. We explored the church and then took in the rest of the town, full of almshouses, manors and medieval alleyways. Just time for a rather spiffing final cream tea at the tea gardens on another lazy sunny afternoon in the Cotswold Hills.
Campers were Brian, Louise, Kevin, Nick G, Rachael, Rob W, Anne, Dee, Sally, Tim B, Coogee, Derek and Prem.
Report by Brian
On another warm sunny evening four eager walkers met at the canalside Fox pub. In the very popular refurbished beer garden, we enjoyed cooling drinks and were surprised to find that all present were former avids of the Coffee Pot. Eventually we left the pub for the walk. Our route took in the canal and the River Brent trail through the country park. We admired the many diverse locomotives racing across the skyline along Brunel's impressive Wharncliffe Viaduct. A film was being shot underneath the arches, perhaps a biog of Flannagan and Allen? We then tried out our puzzle-solving skills to reach the centre of the millennium maze, Peter winning the prize. After walking through the "Bunny Park" our route back followed the Hanwell heritage trail including several Georgian mansions. We noted that Ealing are allowing all fields and village greens to be rewilded, the high grass in some places hiding the benches. Back at the Fox we regained our table for well-deserved ales, with Judith regaling us of her recent bootcamp in Sligo led by a former French Foreign Legion commander.
Walkers were Brian, Judith, Deepinder and Peter M.
Report by Brian
We set off towards the Thames Path, following the River Thames and Shakespeare Way. We carried on, admiring the views across the river, the well-kept gardens and the spectacular houses. Heading towards Bourne End, further down, we crossed over the bridge. This took us along the opposite side of the river. Then we headed towards the woodlands, stopping to admire a very old tree trunk. Passing the bottom of Winter Hill on the Chiltern Way, we made our up towards the highest point of the hill, stopping there and admiring the vast views across the rolling countryside.
We enjoyed our well-earned lunch break with the sun shining on us, red kites and woodpeckers flying above us. Karen told us a story about rescuing parakeets. Owen's sharp eyes spotted the woodpecker, remembering he had spotted one last year too. All agreed the best way to spend Sundays! We started through woodlands, making our way towards Marlow Weir. A final stop at the Donkey, where the banter continued over cool drinks.
Many thanks to Owen, Saurabh, Ann, Karen, Michael J and Vian.
Report by Runi
4 of us met at 9:00am on a dry and sunny Sunday morning at Harrow on the Hill Station. We set off promptly, heading east along the Capital Ring, and immediately tackling the first and probably steepest hill of the day. We continued east, passing Northwick Park Hospital, and a little later reaching Fryent Country Park. We stopped for a mid-morning break at Brent Reservoir and then headed through Hendon before walking south through Hampstead Garden Suburb to Hampstead Heath, where we stopped for lunch.
After lunch we continued across Hampstead Heath, reaching Parliament Hill, where we stopped to take in the views. Heading south through Camden, we then climbed Primrose Hill, where again we stopped to take in the views. Finally, we descended the hill and crossed into Regents Park, finishing the walk at around 3:00pm just before Great Portland Street Station, having walked around 16 miles.
Thanks to Denisa, Ewan and Malcolm for joining me.
Report by Phil
Fifteen took the fast train to Christchurch on a scorchio Saturday. Jam doughnuts for all as we took in the stunning views of Southampton Harbour and the Solent on the way. We explored the charming ancient harbour town of Christchurch. Into the art deco cinema, the Norman House and the remains of the 11th century castle. We then visited the 11th century Priory church, once part of a very important Cistercian Priory. By chance today was the investiture of new Knights into the ancient order of the Knights Templar. Con engaged the Grand Master in a theological discussion before the Dean bid him fare thee well. We had lunch in the sunny gardens of the Priory before jumping on the ferry to Wick.
Our walk continued to the meadows and sand dunes of Hengistbury Head. Great views across to the Isle of Wight and entire coastline from St Catherines Hill. The walk continued along to Muddeford Spit with the most exclusive beach huts in England. We stopped for cold drinks at the beach hut bar and admired the skills of the many windsurfers and sailing dinghies in the harbour. Just in the nick we managed to squeeze into the Muddeford ferry back to Christchurch. Jeremy chatted with the skipper and impressed him with his tales of sailing with the Marine Corps. Back in town we stopped for fish and chips, just the ticket, after a jolly fine day in Dorset.
Walkers were Brian, Con, Louise, Kevin, Soraya, Neil, Jeff, Coogee, Mark P, Lisa, Shirley, Jeremy, Joan, Amanda and Marianne.
Report by Brian
It was a sunny morning as walkers arrived. We set off towards the canal. As we walked along, we noticed some very beautiful gardens, with impressive deckings and furniture. Stopping briefly to admire them, as we entered the Alderglade Nature Reserve, the 'lost swing' was mentioned, as previously a few walkers had a 'bit of a swinging' time! Our path took us through the beautiful greenery, noticing how lush everything looked. Finally got to the Uxbridge Gallery, where a few went wandering to look at the painting and admiring the skills of the graffiti artists. We continued along the canal and woodlands, crossing the bridge towards Denham Country Park. After a quick stop for coffee, we carried on to join the festival.
As we approached the village, we could see the crowd gathered ahead. Soon the walkers joined others and spread out in all directions. A few of us stopped to have a close look at the classic car collection. Kerry explained the joys of bee-keeping. The whole village was closed off, with various interesting stalls, plenty of eating choices, entertainment, music on the green, Morris Dancers and much much more. Delicious home-made cakes with hot drinks were partaken by the church. With the sun shining, music and laughter could be heard all around us. It was lovely to see everybody enjoying the festival, the village looking beautiful as always.
Many thanks to the following walkers for joining me: Pat, Kate, Pauline, Michael, David, Ann, Louie, Karen, Mike, Mefan, Shilesh, Marianne and Kerry.
Report by Runi
The walk started at Baker Street. Originally I planned to meet people in the Wetherspoon's at 11:00am to have a breakfast and leave by 11:30am. Unfortunately I didn't realise that a football match at Wembley would result in total mayhem and chaos in this pub. Luckily I had sent an e-mail the day before with my phone number and so managed to link up with 6 walkers and another joined us in Little Venice.
Crisis over and walk underway, we made our way along the Marylebone Road to the entrance to Merchant Square and onto the revitalised Paddington Basin. We took a walk behind the bars to see the newly planted amphitheatre before walking onto Little Venice. We had a brief pit stop at a cafe at the church by the side of the canal before walking onto Goldbourne Road. Portobello was quieter than on my previous walks as Sunday is less busy so it gave us time to wander and look at the shops and the electric cinema where Karen was able to share about her mum and dad's experience of going there. A few walkers wanted to wander round and so I agreed to walk up to the Sun, in splendour at the top by Notting Hill Gate, giving others an opportunity to join me if they wanted to.
We managed to swerve the rain and so a big thanks to all that joined me.
Report by Pauline
After a blisteringly hot few weeks in London Town, a gang of 20 happy walkers alighted at Elterwater, Lake District National Park. We were soon to realise that we would need to swap our flip-flops for heavy duty GoreTex, pronto.
For early arrivers Friday brought a delightful summer's evening stroll from the quaint village centre. An idyllic gentle (flat) meander took us along the river to Elterwater lake. Fighting the urge to throw Dean in, we carried on to the waterfalls which only needed some damp fairies to make them Enid Blyton-esque. Brian decided to start the serious walking early, making his way up to the waterfall instead of the hostel with all his luggage. He achieved the prize for more steps than his Nokia 303 could manage. We all started to throw money at the local pub, in the spirit of keeping communities going.
On Saturday we realised why there are so many lakes in the Lake District. Half the group took a fabulous boat trip across Windermere, steam train trip and cultural adventure in the land of Peter Rabbit, before eating him in a pie. Rob and Sandra threw down the gauntlet by choosing the Sunday walk on Saturday, and vice-versa, in a battle of the best weather-predicting app. The remaining 15 set off confidently to New Dungeon Ghyll to climb the Langdale Pikes. As we started to clamber up the side of the waterfall, brand new member Joyce recalled the advice of 'strenuous and challenging route' and agreed it was a fairly accurate description of a red route, and she was eternally thankful that she had read it. The clouds lifted briefly to reveal the wondrousness of the Langdale valley, amidst 'ohs' and 'ahhs'. But sadly never to seen again until the exhausted party were on the way down. Stickle Tarn, a vast beautiful 50ft lake, was calling to wild water swimmer Odile, but as this might have caused significant distraction for the male walkers, she thoughtfully declined the offer. We carried on round Paveys Ark, up to Harrison Pike, with lots of cries of 'are you SURE this isn't Jake's Rake?'. Plenty of assurances later that we were not doing the grade one scramble, we reached the summit. With limited visibility and winds starting to build, Brian took an advance party down the mountain early, to further fill the coffers of the local pub. After another sudden lakeland downpour, Malcolm escorted another faction down a scree slope to safety. The remaining, frankly barmy, walkers continued to walk through the mist and rain to Pike of Stickle, Martcrag Moor, and meandered down the valley, just an hour or so away from the end at any given point of the walk. Isabel gained particular brownie points for continuing to take multiple photographs despite the near zero visibility, undaunted by cold or wet. Zak also bravely struggled through, patiently engaging with a posse of women of a certain age, all quite exercised by the logistics of how their boots would get dry for tomorrow. Well done all finishers for bagging 7 wainwrights and still in time for a pint before the bus. Diners mainly stayed in the hostel, where the ultra-friendly new manager welcomed everyone with open arms whilst chasing sheep out of the kitchen and cooking Cumberland Sausages with caramel sticky toffee pudding. Back at the hostel, Dean complemented the chef with 'top notch nose bag squire', which raised the smallest of smiles from him, not seen before.
Sunday brought a slightly less relentless drizzle, and Sandra and Rob took up the challenge of Langdale Pikes in an attempt to prove they would be less wet than the Saturday walkers. Diane took a keen crew to Keswick, in an attempt to find cheap boots to replace the ones that fell apart on the top of Langdale Pikes. Malcolm kindly offered more of his cable ties to try and attach the soles back to the leather, which had solved Joyce's conundrum, but they declined and yomped around, filling every shop and hostelry with relish. Brian walked miles in his pursuit of more Beatrice Potter experiences and could not resist the lure of a steam boat across the water. After watching Anneke optimistically using a mixing bowl to prepare her sumptious healthy breakfast, the remaining 12 sodden-booted walkers bravely set off on a 'burnt amber' route with intermittent showers keeping them on their toes in case they started to get too comfortable. The route was a circular tour to Grasmere starting at Elterwater hostel, heading up past YHA Langdale, through the National Trust forest before a steady climb down to see Rydal Water and pick up the Loughrigg Fell trail. Odile could not resist the siren call of this coquettish lake and meandered down to swim. Eleven of us went up Loughrigg and just about made it down, with a little surprise at the opportunity for falling at regular intervals, no matter how slowly we moved. Fortunately Mary was a shining beacon in the rain, in borrowed designer Technicolor leggings. We managed to meet up with our intrepid swimmer and dove into Rydal caves. But as Dean adroitly said, you've seen one cave, you've seen 'em all. Lunch/tea took place at Rydal Hall, waterfalls and sun spells making this a welcome break. A steady climb over the coffin route took us to the ultra pretty town of Grasmere, home of Wordsworth and daffodils. And cake. Fully inspired and refreshed, a mere jaunt of three miles around Grasmere lake and over Hammerscar Plantation brought us as if by magic back to the Britannia inn/hostel. Disputes over the distance included anything from 9-12 miles. Again money was thrown at the locals and we had our traditional sing-song on the last night, with Joan leading the way with some star quality music hall tunes.
We debunked on Monday with the hostel owner now devastated that we were leaving. In Ambleside, Brian and Rob P indulged in one more waterfall for the road. We all enjoyed a wonderful journey home via the magic of Windermere and an amazing local bar complete with its own ghost.
All our thanks to everybody for making this a trip to remember: Jeremy, Odile, Zak, Brian, Dee, Joyce, Isabel, Charlie, Anneke, Humay, Mike, Mark T, Sandra, Rob P, Laura, Joan, Dean and Anne-Marie. With special thanks to our very own mountain rescue service, Malcolm! See you all next time.
Report by Jane and Diane
Ten walkers met on a sunny summer evening at Northwood. We entered the Northwood Hills meadows where a cricket match was in progress. We soon reached Haste Hill summit for inspiring views west over the woods and golf course. We then navigated our way through Ruislip Woods and the hard-to-find level crossing of the railway. Then joined the Lido footpath to arrive at the beach. We took in the views across the lido, Neil and Kerry recounting their childhood swims across the water. Then back through the woods, following the bridleway to Fore Street. Here we soon reached the Eastcote cricket fields and onto the Case. The beer garden was popular on the warm evening. We caught up on last week's camping trip, with Con reciting tall tales of his time in the Tropics.
Walkers were Brian, Louise, Kevin, Con, Anne, Runi, Neil, Dee, Pat and Kerry.
Report by Brian
4 walkers met at Wetherspoons Baker Street for a cheap and cheerful breakfast. We left at 10:30am and made out way to Regents Park. As always everybody commented on the beauty of this London park. We walked over the bridge to the Victorian bandstand, past the open air theatre, the fountains and made our way to the Rose Garden. A few roses were in full bloom with some still to emerge. We then walked onto a secret garden now renamed to St John's Lodge before walking up the Avenue Gardens. Unfortunately the urns were not fully planted up, it was probably still too early re potential frosts. We then headed onto Camden and made our way up the parkway onto Camden Lock and the famous ice wharf. Karina (new member) and Heather decided to peel off, so Neil and I made our way onto Kings Cross along the Grand Union Canal.
Whilst we were a very small group it was a lovely walk, so many thanks to my fellow walkers.
Report by Pauline
Our first camping expedition of the year saw us return to Home Farm at Radnage. We enjoyed great weather for the three days as always. The site has stunning views over the valley with a very relaxed management style. We pitched camp to the sound of Boom Radio with Louise sharing out the rather spiffing Victoria Sponge cake to all. Runi led the afternoon walk through nearby tracks and meadows. Two very well-groomed horses galloped over to greet us in a buttercup meadow, and we also passed sheep, lambs and alpacas on a very scenic route. We had a sumptuous meal in the Crown after a surprise announcement. Then time to light the campfire, we gathered around the blazing logs for Neil, Soraya and Coogee to lead the sing-song on three ukuleles in perfect harmony.
On Saturday the early sun and Boom Radio woke us early for Coogee's strong coffee and Kevin's breakfast baps. Runi led the 10-mile walk, a very scenic route through buttercup meadows and sheep pastures passing the villages of Bledlow Ridge and Radnage. We stopped at the medieval church with Nick pointing out the restored stained glass. We then climbed to the summit of West Wycombe hill for our picnic at the viewpoint. The Dashwood Georgian church and mausoleum were closed for Netflix filming of "Bridgerton". Harpreet explained she was due to play a Regency courtier in the series the next week. Red kites were a feature the entire weekend and they soared around the viewpoint. We then explored the picturesque village of West Wycombe with its coaching inns and cottages. Lunch in the sun-filled beer garden at the George and Dragon. Just time to visit the annual cactus show at the village hall, such a vast variety of cacti on display with some awfully nice chocolate cake at the Apple Orchard tea rooms. Our route back took in more hills and fields of maize before the climb to 'The City'. Back at site, to celebrate the song contest, Boom Radio were playing all the Eurovision winners back to Lulu and Dana. The barbecue was soon blazing away with the red kites circling. Brian had a mellow Mike-sized feast topped by a Kevin-invented "Chili Dog Roll". Campfire lit, on a perfect night for sky gazing, time for fireside yarns from Coogee of his jolly japes when working at the Grunwick frontline and Saurabh of his forthcoming trek across Africa.
On Sunday we breakfasted on Soraya's unique porridge bread and struck camp to Boom. We headed for Chinnor for the steam railway. At the station caf@eacute; we stopped for bacon butties and cheered the arrival of the heritage train. Brian led the 5-mile walk along the Ridgeway. After climbing to the ridge, we took the chalk track eastwards. The sun came out to shine on the meadows and the cricket green ahead. At Bledlow village we strolled past the manors and cottages with wisteria and rose gardens in bloom. We reached the ever-delightful Lyde Gardens and wandered around the water gardens with its tropical features. Michael pointed out the mock orange flowers and the variety of ferns. As the afternoon sun beat down, we stopped at the village green for a jolly decent Sunday roast at The Lions. We took in the views of this timeless village with the vintage train's whistle ringing out in the distance.
Campers and guests were Brian, Runi, Coogee, Kevin, Louise, Harpreet, Reuban, Nick H, Saurabh, Soraya, Neil, Malcolm, Michael L and Jaz.
Report by Brian
We set out on Sunday from Tide Tables cafe, Richmond Bridge. Initial 3 miles of towpath to Teddington Lock and Tide End pub - our first rest stop in glorious weather. Then onward into Bushy Park's woodland gardens for our picnic stop. Then to Hampton Court Palace - gardens open day - never fails to disappoint with show stoppers like the Great Vine (world's largest) and real tennis court - in continuous use for 600 years - yes. Henry VIII played there. Plus glorious palace facades. Then final 3 (warm) miles along the towpath to Kingston Bridge and the White Hart garden. Fabulous day in great company.
Thank you to Lawrence, Tracey, Carol, Kirit, Jane, Ian, Julia and Amanda for joining me.
Report by Sally
Our first evening walk of the season started and ended at the Queens Head (established in 1540) in Pinner. A record seventeen walkers followed the Pinner Association "10 walks around Pinner" guide north via the Grail Centre and the former village well. We continued through Metro-Land suburbs of Pinnerwood Park with rose gardens and manicured lawns. Then onwards to the lush meadows of Pinner Hill. We admired Pinner Hill House and the fine Victorian Pinner Hill Farm (very ornate timber and brickwork). Mi Faw and Luna took advantage of the empty countryside to race ahead on the trackway. We next climbed to the summit of Pinner Wood and the viewpoint from the Georgian Mansion of Pinner Wood House. Our route then descended south, passing several detached villas on the private roads of this secluded quarter. Kevin and Louise impressed us with local knowledge when pointing out former homes of Elton John and Bob Holness. The walk ended back at the Queens Head for well-earned refreshments and fascinating tales from Louis, Con and Mike about rock stars from the area.
Walkers were Brian, Louise, Kevin, Con, Mike Mc, Soraya, Anne, Mike, Ewan, Hema, Tereza, Runi, Milton, Anne, Simon and Bharti.
Report by Brian
After meeting up in Wood Green we took a short walk to Alexandra Palace. What immediately struck people was the magnificent views that some had never been before, others a very long time ago. We then ventured towards Muswell Hill, a charming little place on our way to Queens Wood, an oasis in a modern city. Our plans slightly changed after that as the VE Day fly-past was imminent, so we walked to Highgate towards Parliament Hill viewpoint for our lunch stopover. Peter explained to Rachael that this is where parliament met during the plague. Soon we could hear excitement in the crowd and a host of incredible planes flew past.
We walked down to Hampstead Heath to find an array of trains, to zig-zag our way back to Highgate where we picked up the Parkland Walk. There were plenty of platforms and old bridges to remind you of what was once a railway line. Entering Finsbury Park we found our final stop, the Faltering Fullback, seen as one of best pub gardens in London; the interior is spectacular too.
Many thanks to Rachael, Sally and Peter for joining me on the walk.
Report by Nick
Four cyclists met on a sunny Sunday morning in Acton. Hiro had a very lightweight electric cycle, with Ian taking his trusty Brompton into all the cafes. We used traffic-free cycle lanes throughout the ride, firstly CS9 cycle superhighway through Chiswick and Hammersmith. Hammersmith Bridge has just reopened with a dedicated two-lane cycle path. We crossed the bridge to check out the views. Rumours circulate that Hammersmith Bridge will never reopen to vehicles so good news all round. We then joined the Thames Path and used another new section, the recently opened riverside path created as part of Fulham Football Club's new stadium stand. We had lunch in the Georgian and Tudor splendour of Fulham Palace, jam doughnuts for all.
The ride continued along the Thames, passing the completed Lots Power Station redevelopment in Chelsea riverside. Then to Battersea Park and the Power Station. We then crossed the Thames to Westminster where all the stages were being set up for the VE celebrations. Vera Lynn songs were heard at the pop-up stalls as we headed into Hyde Park. Tiffin at the Italian Gardens, lots of families picnicking in the sunshine. The ride ended in Little Venice where the Canal Cavalcade was very popular, a vast flotilla of decorated canal narrowboats with music stands and stalls surrounding the charming Little Venice basin.
Cyclists were Brian, Nick, Ian and Hiro.
Report by Brian
Seven of us joined my walk, great numbers for a bank holiday weekend walk. We set off in sunshine and did a lovely stretch through Twigside Bottom Wood, a very gentle path to follow, with bluebells in abundance, and we could see some deer in the distance. We had our first test of the day as we headed up into Hanger Wood. We met several Duke of Edinburgh groups as we headed down into Skirmett. We stopped there for lunch on a bench and checked out the progress of the refurbishment of the Frog pub.
After lunch we headed up into Great Wood, and spotted some lambs as we headed to Poynatts Wood, then enjoyed some spectacular views as we joined the Chiltern Way for the short distance into Turville. We had our pub stop there in the Bull and Butchers. Lots of photographs outside and then we headed back to Ibstone mostly through the woods with a few climbs thrown in. A few new faces on the day for me, a couple of us are definitely Lake District fit after the 11.3-mile route. We finished just after 4:30 pm.
Thanks to Humay, Denisa, Jas, Ann, Saurabh and Michael for joining me on my favourite Chiltern route.
Report by Mary
17 of us met at Tide Tables Cafe. Fabulous weather. Across Petersham Meadow into Richmond Park, up the hill to King Henry's Mound and the protected view of St. Paul's, onto Isabella. Wow. Azelias at peak bloom, rhodedendrons not far behind, breathtaking colours and blooms.
Picnic lunched, we headed down to Ham Common, and were surprised by 2 sizeable deer very close to the path, then round the back of Ham House and Ham Polo Club, to the first unexpected treat, the Hammerton Ferry ride across the river to Marble Hill. After a well-earnt coffee stop, the second unexpected treat, free entry to Marble Hill House, the last complete survivor of the elegant villas and gardens that bordered the Thames between Richmond and Hampton Court in the 18th century. And so, towpath back to Richmond Bridge past the old ice rink site, with surprising history and Belgian connection.
I had a fab time, and am so glad the following people joined me: Malcolm, Vivienne, Lesley, Shirley, Brian, Sheila, Pammy, Jeremy, Joan, Heather, Marie-Ann, Theresa, Ian, Rob, Lawrence and Maria.
Report by Sally
5 of us met for this walk on Good Friday. It was a day of drama over lost phones. Runi couldn't find hers enroute and was not sure if it was lost or left in the car, so cancelled cards to be safe. There were thousands of bluebells and cherry blossom to be enjoyed. The biggest hills were skipped due to my dodgy knees and feet, instead we had more time at lunch in the sun at the Latimer hotel grounds. Clearly the water company had been up to mischief as the area at Latimer Bottom was very wet. Apart from this, it was lovely and dry. We saw cows and horses along the way, and people remarked on how pretty the walk is. After lunch the wind picked up and it was colder. All ended well when the missing phone was indeed found in the car. Some stayed for a drink at the pub. Unbelievably, when I got home I couldn't find my phone. After a long search it was found in the car. All ended well.
Many thanks to Saurabh, Runi, Charan and David for joining me on another lovely walk.
Report by Rajinder
For our Easter Holiday in Edinburgh an eager thirty members took the express train to Waverley and our hostel by the Meadows. Our afternoon walk took in the avenues of cherry trees across the Meadows. Then to Greyfriars Bobby and the ancient Greyfriars Kirk and graveyard. Then onto the Grassmarket with gruesome tales of the execution point, Deacon Brodie (inspiration for Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde) and the Covenanters. We stopped for fish and chips at Berties, with some ordering battered haggis for the first time. Late arrival Nick H explained his hostel was made up of "sleep studios", futuristic pods in a brave new world of piped music and unseen guests. We caught a folk session at the Last Drop Inn, with piano accordions accompanying the flutes and fiddles.
Good Friday's walk took in the fascinating Old Town, built a thousand years ago and still the heart of the capital. We took in the views of the Castle perched on its lofty seat atop of the extinct volcano. We explored the hidden courtyards and twisting alleyways, with the medieval buildings towering above. We visited the University courtyards and St Giles Cathedral with its many tombs and artwork. Bagpipers accompanied our promenade along the Royal Mile, passing John Knox House and the Tollbooth. The 17th century Canongate Kirk was a contrast to the medieval kirks, designed in austere Presbyterian simplicity. After more hidden gardens and courtyards we arrived at the Scottish Parliament for the free tour. A radical departure from Westminster, its timber glazed roof allows in the sunlight on the righteous deputies. After tiffin at Holyrood Palace some climbed to the summit of Arthur's Seat for soaring views along the Firth of Forth. Diane arranged the evening meal at the Royal Mile Tavern followed by music and dancing at the music show at this famous tavern.
Saturday saw Mike and Cathy cook a full Scottish breakfast for all; "I say, rather spiffing" said Judith, tucking in. We caught the Borders Railway (rebuilt in 2015) to the Borders region. At Tweedbank we began the walk along the very scenic River Tweed. A favourite for salmon fishing, the Tweed is surrounded by gorse-covered hills, and flows swiftly eastwards. At Melrose we caught a concert rehearsal at the parish kirk and walked through an apple blossom orchard to the Melrose Abbey, the finest in Scotland. Created by David I in the 12th century the Abbey has unique sculptures in the red sandstone nave including a pig playing a medieval bagpipe. After lunch at the courtyard tea rooms, we took the free shuttle (very friendly driver and guide) to visit the impressive gardens of the Scots Baronial-style Abbotsford House, the home of Sir Walter Scott. Back at Tweedbank Station serendipity arrived with free food profferred by the closing station kiosk. Louise and Kevin first to leap forwards for offerings, we enjoyed the scenic train ride back with a surprise picnic. Some changed at Waverley for a train ride across the famous Forth Rail Bridge (featured in 39 Steps film versions). The evening meal was at the Old Bell where Brian introduced Charlie and Sue to the group. The couple, former members from Ealing, moved to Edinburgh some years back and love the more relaxed life. Back at the hostel a mystery benefactor "gifted" us hot cross buns, which Joan cooked for all the party. "Oh Goody" said Anne, grabbing the first one.
On Easter Sunday we jumped on the Edinburgh Tram (opened in 2014) for our journey to the harbour of Edinburgh, Leith. We alighted at the Royal Yacht Britannia, now moored there as a permanent exhibition. Britannia was decommissioned in 1997 after decades of royal service. The fascinating tour of the Yacht included the royal apartments, crew quarters and very pristine engine rooms. On the bridge we had a very smart high tea at the Royal Yacht tea rooms. We savoured our scones and took in the great views to Fife across the Firth of Forth. The afternoon walk was along the "Waters of Leith" trail back to the New Town. We passed blossom-filled trees on a very popular trail, walkers, cyclists and joggers enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine. At Stockbridge some stopped at a new book-themed café full of students before we arrived at Dean Village. This charming hidden quarter is a previously industrial suburb with the Scots Baronial buildings now refurbished and presenting a very colourful aspect above the babbling Leith River. Con departed for his nap before we assembled by the Tron Kirk for our Scottish-themed meal on the Royal Mile. Scottish menus never display calories so our meal included towering burgers, lots of haggis, black pudding and beef olives, with fried Mars bars for dessert. "I say, they're awfully nice" said Mark, ordering a second one. We saw another acoustic folk show at the Sandy Bells, before the last night party back at the hostel, Dean on the piano with Mike and Donna on guitar.
Easter Monday saw Nick G hosting departures at the Booking Hall 'Spoons at Waverley Station from dawn to late afternoon. Nick played the traditional Edinburgh game of having a pint when greeting each guest for the various departures. A few took the Lothian Bus to Rosslyn Chapel, which is one of most fascinating churches in the UK. Built in the 15th century it is full of mystery with purported links to the Knights Templar and freemasonry, and has the finest stone carvings in any church. Some explored Holyrood House Palace and Abbey, created by David I and transformed into a Stuart-era palace, full of history. Geetha and Sharon made it to Crammond and its unusual island. Mike and Cathy had problems with their packed suitcases of Abernethy biscuits, rare Japanese comestibles and worthwhile Scottish boardgames. The steward suggested using Eddie Stobart before Kerry rescued them by sharing the burden. Others visited the National Gallery, and Calton Hill and the National Monument with the Scottish Parthenon, copied from ancient Greece. Last departures met Nick G, still at the bar at the Booking Room, as we said farewell to the delightful city of Edinburgh after a very enjoyable Easter holiday.
Attendees were Brian, Diane, Mark T, Kalpna, Jiten, Mike, Cathy T, Christine, Joan, Anne, Cathy O, Imelda, Jytosna, Donna, Rohini, Dean, Humay, Kerry, Geetha, Sharon, Hedy, Judith, Mark P, Lisa, Louise, Kevin, Con, Nick G and Nick H with surprise guests Matt, Sheelagh, Charlie and Sue.
Report by Brian
On a warm sunny day at Paddington 9 of us met at the Torelli mobile van. We set off, our goal to collect as many ceramic eggs as possible, with a different artist commissioned on each one. First stop was the Portman Hotel Marylebone then Hyatt Regency, with everyone marvelling at being in such sumptuous surroundings. This continued with the Cumberland Hotel, complete with Marty and Doc's De Lorean. More grandness awaited us at the Dorchester where Pauline recalled a story of high tea with her mother. At Sloane Street we couldn't walk ten yards without finding one. We caught the bus to Battersea Power Station where plenty of eggs were found around the building by Prem. We then took the new Northern line train to Leicester Square and on to Covent Garden to secure a few more before heading to the Lamb and Flag for refreshments.
Thanks to Rachael, Mark A, Tony, Michelle, Jeremy, Pauline, Yian, Derek and Prem.
Report by Nick
4 very keen walkers met outside Wendover Station on a bright sunny Sunday morning, having overcome the emergency engineering works forcing trains to be cancelled, and the walk leader only just making it to the start point on time after being stuck in traffic.
We set off a little later than planned as we waited to see if anyone else would arrive on the replacement bus service. The walk leader had also been made aware that the intended footpath out of Wendover had been recently closed. This meant that we had to walk along the main road and under the HS2 works for approximately 0.75 miles. After the 45-minute diversion we finally arrived in the small hamlet of Dunsmore. At that point we could pick up our intended footpath, the Chiltern Way. This footpath took us through some ancient woodlands where we saw the first of the season's bluebells just starting to bloom, and open countryside where the clear sunny weather provided some outstanding views of the hills and valleys. As we made our way through Lacey Green we were surprised to see a large replica galleon sitting proudly sitting in a garden. We continued on to our lunch stop by the windmill at Loosley Row.
After lunch we headed downhill into Princes Risborough where we then picked up the Ridgeway, and after a short steep climb we arrived at the summit of Whiteleaf Hill, where we paused to take in the views. From this viewpoint we continued on along the Ridgeway until reaching Chequers, and at that point took the Aylesbury Ring, stopping at Ellesborough Church for drinks. From there we could see our final ascent, which would take us up to the monument on Coombe Hill, where we paused for a group photo. From there the walk went downhill back into Wendover, following a much shorter diversion around the HS2 works.
Many thanks to Phil, Jaz and Denisa for joining me on this planned 15-mile walk, with the HS2 bonus of extending this walk by 2 miles diverting around the works.
Report by Malcolm
Two walkers met at High Barnet Station at 10:00 on a beautifully sunny and surprisingly warm Sunday morning.
We walked our way through King George V Field, the steepest hill on the route. Magnificent views over London were to be seen from the top; you can see as far as The Shard. We then headed across Hadley Green, past some very expensive houses, including one once owned by the explorer David Livingstone, and through the wooded area of Hadley Common, which was as muddy as expected. Once we reached the Great Northern rail line we took the "low road" towards Cockfosters. Our lunch stop was at the Cockfosters end of the path which forms part of the London Loop. In the absence of any benches, we improvised and sat on a fallen tree trunk.
For the return leg, we took the "high road" of Hadley Common, which took us onto a higher level through some footpaths which could often not be followed easily due to overgrown brambles. After a fall by one of the participants, who tripped over some brambles (an occupational hazard on this route), and despite the additional hazard of tree roots, we managed it. We made it to the Great Northern rail line without getting lost, using the sound of the trains as a destination marker (very useful) and descended the steps to the "low road". We then reached Barnet High Street via the western end of the common and Hadley Green. We rounded off a good day's walking with drinks at the Hadley House, one of Barnet's finest pubs.
Walkers were David and Coogee.
Report by David
On a very sunny morning eight orienteers arrived at the Black Park lakeside café. Some had taken part in the Black Park Parkrun earlier (over 700 runners). Over coffee we went through the orienteering map and route, then Luna greeted the latecomers and we were off. We took it in turns to use the map to find the hidden marker posts in the woods. Each post has a number (on the map) and a letter which must be noted to complete the course. We crossed by the Go Ape Course. "Can I do that, Derek?" asked Prem, prompting a firm "No" in response. Soraya led us to the next marker which took some searching in the very high gorse bushes. On route to the following marker, we happened upon a complete film set in the woods. Pinewood Studios use Black Park for location shooting; this set appeared to be for a Lord of the Rings-style movie, all camouflaged in the woods. We detoured off the park to the Bridgettine Convent with its shrine. We completed the course, finding the final markers before arriving back at the lakeside café for well-deserved tea and buns. As we took in the views, Harpreet, inspired by the nearby Pinewood, recounted her recent experiences as a film extra, the most notable being the recent wedding in Albert Square.
Walkers were Brian, Derek, Prem, Soraya, Neil, Harpreet, Soni and Jackie.
Report by Brian
Our spring break saw 20 members make their way down to the YHA hostel in Beer, on the south coast of Devon, for a 4-day break.
On Friday evening after checking into the hostel, we made our way into town in search of food. Being out of season the choice was quite limited, so most settled for fish and chips and then headed into the pub for a beer in Beer.
On Saturday the group assembled on a bright sunny morning ready for our coastal walk. This would take us westwards along the coast from Beer. Our first port of call would be at the top of Beer Head for a group photo, and this high point allowed good views of where we had set off from and where we were going to go. One or two were a little surprised to find that the Devon coast was hilly! After pausing for the group photo we headed off on what was initially quite a level path towards Branscombe which then dropped down onto the beach and café, where we took a well-deserved mid-morning break. After our short break we then continued our way up on the coast path which has now been renamed as the King Charles III England Coast Path. The intended route was to head into Weston just before Weston Mouth, but we were unable to find this path, so were forced to drop all the way down onto the beach again at Weston Mouth. This meant that we would have to make another steep climb up from the beach and then in to the Donkey Sanctuary where we stopped to have lunch. At this point some of the group decided to take the bus back to Beer with the remaining group of hardened walkers heading back via an inland route, passing through valleys with spring flowers and wild garlic and then passing Beer Caves before arriving back at the hostel.
On Sunday morning there was some discussion about the start time as the clocks had sprung forward 1 hour. We left at 10:00am, walking in the opposite direction along the coast to the previous day's, walk up and over the hill into Seaton and the tramway station where we boarded a narrow gauge electric tram. The 3-mile route runs alongside the Axe Estuary and the River Coly, running between the coastal resort of Seaton, the village of Colyford, and the ancient town of Colyton. We left the tram to walk around Colyton village and its church which has a rare lantern tower. After stopping for afternoon cream tea, we headed back to Colyford by walking along the river, where we rejoined the tram to take us back to Seaton. Arriving back at Seaton we learned that out of season Devon buses do not run on Sundays and taxi drivers take Sundays off so had to walk the 2 miles back into Beer.
On Monday after breakfast the group bid their farewells and made their separate ways home to rest and recover from a brilliant sunny break in Devon.
Thanks to Mark, Mark, Tim, Kerry, Nick. Joan, Sally, Claire, Christine, Anne, Nat, Judith, Isabel, Anne-Marie, Martina, Jeremy and Odile for joining us.
Report by Malcolm and Diane
5 keen walkers met outside Princes Risborough Station on a slightly overcast spring Sunday morning. The weather forecast for later in the day was for a possible short thunderstor. The group set off out of the station using a shortcut around the car park on a footpath that is not shown on the map. This shortcut will be used in future walks as this quickly takes you out of town and onto a much smaller road towards thatched houses and a church in Horsenden, where we then picked up our first footpath across open countryside. The path had become very sticky due to the previous night's rain. The path took us into Bledlow and the Carington Estate's Lyde Gardens. Unfortunately we did not stop to look but carried on to the Ridgeway footpath, taking in the views across the open flat Oxfordshire countryside. We stayed on this path, which gently rose up and down for just short of 4 miles. At this point the sun had just broken through and several brown contour lines on the map were very close together, indicating that we were going to go up quite a steep incline into Aston Wood. We had now fully warmed up and worked up an appetite for lunch, so we continued on to Kingston Wood, stopping at a recently felled tree which could be used for seating.
During lunch the temperature dropped a few degrees, so jumpers back on, we made our way through the woods. We were lucky enough to spot 2 different types of deer and the second group were not in any hurry to make an escape as we got closer. The countryside for the afternoon's walk was very different to the morning's walk: there were more hills and they were much steeper than the morning's. As we made our way through several farms, we stopped several times to watch small lambs racing backwards and forwards across the field playfully spring up and down. Our route back followed the Chiltern Way to Rout's Green before heading back into Princes Risborough well before the predicted rain.
Many thanks to Phil, Denisa, Ann and Michael for joining me on this planned 15-mile walk, shortened to just 14.5 miles by taking the shortcut in and out of the station car park.
Report by Malcolm
On a sunny spring morning a baker's dozen met at Radley Station for our Thames Villages Walk. Daffodils were abundant on our route to Radley Boathouse on the Thames. Bodleian Nick, the local expert, pointed out Nuneham Park House on the hillside. We followed the Thames Path to the ancient Thameside town of Abingdon. An important Roman town, Abingdon was notable for its impressive Abbey. Nick led us to the remains of the Abbey, now the Unicorn Theatre. Rehearsals were in progress and the company allowed us to see inside the 13th century Great Hall. Abingdon's market square has a majestic County Hall with its own museum and allows visitors to ascend to the roof for soaring views over the region. The guide explained that the mayor and civic leaders throw buns from the roof on national celebration days. No buns today but Soraya, Neil and Colin checked out the unusual pastries at the Bulgarian Café. The latecomer arrived as predestined at the pub with fascinating tales about bus routes.
Leaving Abingdon, we stopped at the early Victorian county gaol, now converted into apartments with their own barred windows. We followed the Thames to Culham village and its manor house. We crossed the Thames at the lock and arrived at the scenic village of Sutton Courtney which boasts several manors, a village green, abbey residence, and village inns. At the church we visited the graves of George Orwell, Asquith (PM) and David Astor who headed the Observer newspaper from the 1950s to 1970s. The route back to Didcot was via a scenic area of quarries and industrial architecture.
Walkers were Brian, Louise, Kevin, Nick H, Colin, Malcolm, Shilesh, Jeff, Cathy, Joan, Lawrence, Soraya and Neil.
Report by Brian
14 of us met at Sudbury Town Station on a decidedly fresh spring morning. The station is a historic listed building designed and built by Charles Holden in 1931 when the line was taken over by the Piccadilly line. Brian had told me of the mural showing a map of Brent on the waiting room ceiling painted by Lucy Mckenzie. The mural, titled Pleasures Inaccuracies, shows former and current landmarks around Brent. The model of the station also shows a miniature of the mural. We headed up to Whitton Avenue and on up to Horsenden Hill. After a steep walk up to the summit we were able to enjoy some lovely views of the surrounding area, the iconic Wembley Stadium arch and Harrow on the Hill. Brian pointed out the iconic Aladdin Tower on the Dunelm Building on the A40 that used to be an oil lamp factory. We then strolled down the meadow to visit the brewery and coffee shop where cake and coffee was enjoyed. We then joined the canal towpath for a peaceful leisurely walk to the newly built Greenford Quay. From there we walked along Greenford Road, then joining the Capital Ring leading onto Harrow Road to Harrow on the Hill.
There we took a break for lunch, some heading to the Dolls' House for afternoon tea or coffee and pancakes, some choosing the Castle for a spot of pub lunch. Refreshed and rested we bade farewell to those who decided to head home and headed down through the playing fields, enjoying the lovely spring afternoon, to be rewarded with a well-deserved drink in the Black Horse pub.
Thank you to Louise, Kevin, Brian, Ewan, Hema, David, Peter, Shilesha, Ahmed, Anne, Neil, Heather and Teresa for joining me.
Report by Cathy
25 eager walkers and one dog met at Baker Street Station for this long anticipated event. On a fresh sunny spring day. We set out along Baker Street towards Regent's Park. Spring felt ever closer with numerous magnolia trees on display. Daffodils were at their best all through the park. We made our way into Primrose Hill, and at the top we enjoyed spectacular views over London and far beyond to distant hills. I was pleased to find a number of our group had not been to Primrose Hill or enjoyed the fine view - hopefully they will return. Various small back streets led us to the lower slopes of Hampstead Heath where all manner of sports were taking place. Onward to Highgate where we stopped by Highgate Cemetery, famed for the great and the good interred there.
Waterlow Park lays to the north of Highgate Cemetery and has a splendid cafe, where we stopped for lunch. There were too many of us to fit in the cafe but it was warm enough to sit out and enjoy the fresh air. Our usual seating was taken so we made use of various low walls around the garden. Yvonne suggested we have a group photo at the end of the gardens on a steep stairway - this worked well, I look particularly good.
Fully rested and fed we made our way to Highgate High Street with its quaint old pubs, cafes and book shops. As advertised, we stopped briefly to pay homage to the late George Michael. Now on to Hampstead Heath and Kenwood House with fine views over the heath and great toilets. Our last awesome viewpoint was Parliament Hill - slightly higher than Primrose Hill, so the view seems to encompass a greater expanse of the city. The Flask pub, as anticipated, was too busy to accommodate us, so we tried the King William IV. Thanks to Paul's eagerness we found places to sit! Great end to a really good day.
Thank you to all who joined me to make this a fun day out, in particular those who came all the way from Reading: Chris, Yvonne, Milton, Nick, Joan, Shilesh, Simon, Bharti, Gail, Coogee, Malcolm, Denisa, Humay, Paul, Bev, Ollie, Hiro, Jeremy, Dante, Claire, Peter, Mick, Diane and Sarah.
Report by Mike
With a beautiful day forecast, an amazing 33 keen walkers, plus Gino the dog, met up by The Café in the Park at Rickmansworth Aquadrome for the 8-mile circular walk around South-West Hertfordshire and rural Harefield.
In glorious sunshine we set off at 10:45am along the Colne Valley Trail, to join the Grand Union Canal and follow the towpath for about one mile to Springwell Lock, passing the derelict canalside granary with its large dangling monkey hanging from the steelwork. Here we crossed the waterway and joined Springwell Lane to climb a short distance and join a track that runs high above and parallel to the canal, passing the large and imposing Maple Lodge Sewage Works, on the opposite side of the valley. We then made a steep descent back down to the waterway at the delightful Royal Quay canalside housing development before turning left to meet the Hillingdon Trail, and negotiate the lengthy incline through Park Wood, to Hill End. Here we took a brief but well-earned drinks stop before crossing rolling, open farmland of cow pastures and fields, the Metropolitan Police horse training centre, and arriving at the Rose and Crown pub in Harefield Road. At this point, we joined the London Loop to continue our walk through more pastures and enter the ancient and well maintained Bishop's Wood Country Park where we took our lunch break, sitting on logs, in a beautiful sunny glade on the edge of the wood.
After the break we ventured through the wood, following the footpath that became increasingly muddy. Crossing a small wooden bridge, we headed towards Batchworth Heath to emerge opposite the well-known Ye Olde Greene Manne pub, and cross the extremely busy Northwood - Rickmansworth main road at Moor Park. Before entering the golf course for the last part of our walk, and with strict safety instructions given, the party split into two groups to pick up the public footpath that meanders across the course for almost one and a half miles. Following clearly defined white marker posts and passing the magnificent 18th century Moor Park House on the way, we reached Batchworth Lock, just half a mile from the Aquadrome. At this juncture we ended the formal part of the walk as a convenient point to say our fond farewells, where some stopped off for a welcome drink at the White Bear pub whilst others returned along the canal to the start point or walked back to Rickmansworth Station.
This lovely walk across a diverse landscape of waterways, farmland, woods and a golf course, proved a great success, and from comments received was thoroughly enjoyed by all those who took part, namely Michael L, Kevin M, Louise, Runi, David L, Joan, Dee, Pat, Jas, Noah, Vivienne, Owen, Marianne, Anneka, Charlie, Peter, Prem, Derek, Soraya, Neil, Natalie, Lisa, Mark, Michael J, Ann, Mike S, Asha, Julie, Gary, Rahini, Ewan, Hema and Teresa.
Report by Michael
On a bright cold morning we met at the Aquadrome café. Some had taken part in the Aquadrome parkrun earlier in the morning with anniversary cake handed out. After more jam doughnuts ("By Golly they're good" said Soraya), we set off. We cycled on route 6/61, perfect as traffic-free along the Ebury Way and the Watford - St Albans cycle way. Lots of skateboarders, BMX riders and scooter riders were whizzing around the purpose-made Oxhey Activity Park.
After following the Abbey cycle route, we arrived at the restored Bricket Wood Railway Station and Tea Room. The restored LNER Edwardian station is full of period photos and original gas lamps. Over lunch there Ian outlined what he had designed in his laboratory and he and Soraya swapped exotic recipes for their soup makers. We took some bridle paths to arrive at Aldenham village and the impressive church and manor house. We then cycled to the Letchmore Heath Hare Krisna temple, created by George Harrison. A lavish wedding was taking place so we toured the farm shop and watched the cows being fed. Route back via quiet lanes, just in the nick for tea and buns at the ever-welcome Batchworth canal café.
Cyclists were Brian, Ian O and Soraya.
Report by Brian
Initially eleven of us met on a warm February morning and set off through Cassiobury Park. Crossing the ford bridge we were soon on our way along the Grand Union Canal. Walking a good pace and warmed by the sun the layers were soon coming off. There was a good mixture of walkers with interesting chats along the way, walking past colourful narrowboats, as swans, ducks and coots glided along the water. I pointed out a mandarin duck (with striking colours of blue, gold, rust, yellow, purple, black and white) which some in the group had never seen before. A welcome break was had at Rickmansworth Aquadrome Cafe with a tantalising spread of cakes and savouries. A fellow walker gave me a taste of Sri Lankan home cooking from her packed lunch, which was delicious.
Suddenly Nat turned up with two others. She had apparently been calling after us having just missed our departure from Watford Station. I felt honoured as she said she had left Paris at 5am that morning and had changed trains especially to come on my walk. As four walkers were tired recovering from flu, travelling etc. they stayed for a longer lunch as we set off for a circular walk around Stockers Lake to meet up again on the way back. Opening the gate to Stockers Lake, we were surrounded by tranquil scenes of nature. Great crested grebes bobbed down, scuba diving for fish, and emerged minutes later. A group of lapwings, with their handsome hairdos, perched in a line on a log in the lake and made a beautiful picture. The path turned boggy as we slip-slided our way, carefully avoiding a dip in the lake. Looking up past the bullrushes we saw a heron on a nest, and another soaring through the sky like a pterodactyl clutching a stick for nest building. The old instinct of returning to their nesting sites was heartening to see. The path became more treacherous and I was glad I advised good boots and gaiters. Some took a tumble and I stumbled. Mike D decided to test his new boots and ploughed right through the middle of the quagmire, avoiding slipping round the edges. After a few minutes we were through it and bonded by mud, all in the same boat. We met Nat and the others again at the cafe and continued along the canal and the Sustrans old railway route where they left to head back. The remaining ten of us continued along the canal as the sun shone down and conversation bloomed. We stopped for a final photo at Cassiobury Park Bridge.
Thank you all for coming and for the good chatting along the way which made it a grand day out.
Report by Paul
Our city break this year was to York, founded two thousand years ago by the Roman legions, and the capital of the North under the Anglo-Saxons and Vikings. Twenty-two arrived by the fast train at the York Youth Hostel where we gathered for tea and buns before the late afternoon walk. We followed the riverside to the Abbey Gardens area. We took in the remains of the 11th century abbey and good views of the surviving Roman walls and two-thousand-year-old Roman tower. We entered the old city via Botham Bar (the medieval gateways are called "Bars" in York). We followed the alleyways through the marketplace and the Viking encampment. This weekend, by chance, saw the annual Viking Festival take place. Several longships were displayed at the Market Square. After fish and chips at the pub we trekked back to the hostel for Brian to share out the Victoria Sponge cake. "Oh Goodie" said Joan and Amanda, tucking in.
On Saturday we were up with the larks for the circumnavigation of the city on the city walls. York has almost its entire medieval walls intact, and the 3-mile circuit can be walked along the ramparts. As we stepped lively between the towers and gateways, we noticed lots of the towers had been repurposed as cafes. After exploring the Clifford Tower (remains of York Castle) we continued along the walls until Walmgate Bar where we happened upon a hidden tea shop within the Elizabethan tower. The former guard rooms now contain cosy sofas and artwork for a very different café setting. As we re-entered the old city, Judith befriended some Norse warriors, "I say you chaps, can one join in?". Judith was welcomed within the horned helmets and shields as they marched onwards. At the Merchant Adventurers Hall (original livery mansion from 14th century) we encountered more Vikings. We strolled through the Shambles (medieval alley with unique shopfronts) and made it to the Minster Square for the Viking Parade. Hundreds of lavishly attired Vikings assembled and marched forth across the city. Our next visit was to York Minster. This is the largest Gothic cathedral in northern Europe and has half the remaining medieval stained glass left in Britain. The guide explained the fascinating history of the Minster before some began the ascent of the tower. We were rewarded with stunning views over the entire Vale of York. We stopped for Parkin cake at the Minster Refectory before the majority returned to the hostel. Diane arranged an evening meal at the Door Mouse where Kevin and Malcolm enjoyed the traditional Yorkshire delicacy of the roast dinner inside a giant Yorkshire pudding. Just time to see the dazzling light show beamed on the main wall of the Minster and some live music at the Shambles micro-brewery pub.
On Sunday Mike and Cathy cooked the biggest fry-up seen in Yorkshire since Boycott was in short trousers. We then visited the National Railway Museum which contains many famous steam locomotives including the Mallard and the Evening Star. We climbed aboard the Japanese bullet train and saw the many exhibits on the 200th anniversary of the first passenger railway. Con then led us to high tea at Betty's, the art deco just-so tea shop founded there in 1919. Over lashings of Yorkshire tea, we savoured the just baked Yorkshire Rascal Cakes after a very rewarding weekend in the rather splendid city of York.
Attendees were Diane, Mark T, Mike, Cathy T, Amanda, Tracy, Judith, Geetha, Cathy O, Sally, Joan, Christine, Louise, Kevin, Malcolm, Brian, Coogee, Mark P, Con, Simon, Bharti and Ranjan.
Report by Brian
Well, I should have renamed my Totteridge circular walk the Totteridge quagmire walk. I did a reccy a week ago and it was a tad muddy but gave no hint as what awaited us. Instead of a gentle stroll, I felt it was fast turning into a "Gods teeth I'm never going on a walk with Coogee again". This wasn't actually said by anyone but Joan's fleeting sideways glance my way with a mumble about 'I am hating this' told me all I needed to know (I almost felt guilty but luckily I'm not the sensitive type). For 35% of the walk we found ourselves in a 'suck it and see' situation whereby the ground would do its best to suck the footwear off our feet and we would see whether we could keep our footwear on. At the garden centre we all gathered for a tea and cake, purchased from the cafe ... all except Owen that is, who sneaked to one side to eat his own food only to be told he can't do that. He went off to the front of the garden centre to eat in peace. I didn't see Eva Braun this time round but I think her understudy was there keeping an eye out for those who decided to flout the rules (Owen). St Andrew's 2000-year old tree is still there as is the nice beer at the Orange Tree post-wander.
Thank you to Kev, Louise, Mark, Lisa, Owen, Marianne, Michael, Runi, Teresa, Milton, Rachel, Cathy and Joan for joining me. Sorry about the mud but a big up to Louise for assisting me in listing those who braved the mud.
Report by Coogee
On a beautiful Sunday morning 28 walkers met at the Cock Inn Sarratt. We walked past the Holy Cross church, through the fields down to where the watercress plants used to be. Snowdrops were out and horses were grazing in the fields. We crossed a stream and made our way to Chenies village, peeped through the gates of Chenies Manor before heading back over farmland to the pub, passing a house used for filming in Four Weddings and a Funeral. Those who joined for lunch continued to enjoy the good company and enjoyed a tasty meal. It was lovely to meet so many new members on their first walk.
Thankyou to David, Ingrid, Louise, Kevin, Mick, Chris, Maria, Hiro, Michael J, Ann, Michael L, Ann D, Dawn, Julie, Denisa, Asha, Joan, Jill, Laura, Rita, Sandi, Dean T, Sarah, Mark, Diane, Tracy, Ian O and Harpreet.
Report by Sandie
Fourteen of us gathered outside Twickenham Station on a gloriously sunny, if rather chilly, Saturday morning. Lots of indulgent chatting ensued as we waited for the last two to join us on a late running train from London. That, the sudden urge for doughnuts and the discovery that the station bike stand is half way up a long flight of steps in a dark 'thieves paradise' corner (Network Rail take note please) delayed our start by a short while.
We made our way to the picturesque Twickenham riverside opposite Eel Pie Island, noting the alarming height markers that previous high tides had reached. Here too is York House Gardens, home to the famous sculptures known locally as the Naked Ladies. York House dates back to the 1630's and was the residence of a long list of 'Who's Who' entries (including the fabulously named Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff), but the statues were placed there by the son of the Tata Steel founder in the early 1900's. The gardens are home to summer theatre productions, and were used in the outside sanatorium scenes in the film Alfie (the 1966 original, not the dreadful remake). Onwards along a beautiful section of the Thames Path, past Marble Hill House, and the site of the former Richmond ice rink. Richmond Lock and Old Isleworth were passed before our lunch stop at Syon House cafe, which we enjoyed at outside tables in the sunshine.
After admiring the huge display of garden offices for sale, we strolled along to Brentford and turned onto the convoluted towpath of the River Brent / Grand Union Canal with its eclectic rows of houseboats of every size, type and age. Much redevelopment of post-industrial sites is happening there, with the sad loss of many quirky buildings being replaced by the same bland design of flats seen on every redevelopment across London. Two of the large boatyards remain, and it was fascinating to see an enormous barge being renovated in dry dock. On a promontory overlooking the Thames, we viewed a large metallic sculpture named 'Liquidity', with masses of intricately pierced fish images. It elicited several responses ranging from "marvellous" to "what a waste of good steel" .. vive la difference! By special request, we detoured to see St Paul's Church in Brentford. This has a beautiful traditional exterior, but the interior has been given a very modern yet tasteful makeover to produce a fabulous open community space. A great lesson in sympathetic design ... tea and cakes too! We followed the Thames to our destination of Kew Bridge, where most of our happy band departed. Six of us crossed the bridge, past the Banksy mountain goat mural (which at the time of writing has just been taken down for safekeeping as the building is undergoing restoration - unlikely to return). We made our way to the original Maids of Honour tea rooms at Kew. Sadly they were fully booked with tourists gorging on their afternoon teas, so we struck out for home via the very cute Kew Gardens Station.
Thanks for a lovely, sunny, chatty day to Brian, Sandra, Rob W, Louise, Kevin, Marianne, Mark, Lisa, Carole, Jeremy, Heddy, Amin, Milton, Heather and Tim.
Report by Rob
On arrival at Pinner Station on a cold but dry Saturday in January, Kevin and I were greeted by 5 eager walkers. Great, I thought, a good start to the day and we would not be walking alone. As more and more arrived including 3 newly joined members we now had a grand total of 27 and 1 dog and all arrived on time. Introductions made and names taken, off we set, Kevin leading the way following the Celandine Route to Uxbridge. First we entered Pinner Memorial Park, and on to some residential roads before we began following the River Pinn, passing through the allotments, Coogee with some interesting comments about what could be grown there, onto some muddy woodland paths around the back of Pinner, walkers getting acquainted with each other.
Our first stop was Eastcote Gardens for a quick comfort break. Another head count and we were off again. We continued on through the back of Ruslip on to Kings College playing fields with runners making use of the track and the morning's fair weather, local football groups playing in the next field, parents cheering their youngsters on from the sidelines. We carried on, with a quick stop for a group photo. Sadly the tree we took the photo at last year had taken a battering from the recent storms. Passing the Winston Churchill Hall we continued on to the start of the HS2 diversion where work was in progress, on through to Swakeleys Park. Now nearing our half-way point 5 miles done and with bellies ready for our lunch stop and some liquid refreshments to satisfy us we made use of the many opportunities on offer. It was there we were joined by another member and 2 walkers bid their farewells, yes only 2, the rest confirmed they would continue after lunch.
Bellies full with the weather still good and now 28 walkers still keen to continue the last 4.5 miles to the finish we headed through woodland then over the busy A40 bridge onto the open Uxbridge playing fields once again meeting up with the River Pinn. Following now mostly residential streets we headed on through the St Andrews RAF estate and its many new builds with its Grand Hillingdon House and hidden Battle of Britain bunker in the distance, David filling us in on its former MOD use, Derek also pointing out the remains of the former gunnery. On through many more ever growing new builds we made our way though to Uxbridge High Street reaching the end of the walk at Uxbridge Station where some bid farewell and the rest headed onto the Fig Tree public house, formerly the old Uxbridge police station, for further liquid refreshments and more catching up.
Thank you to Malcolm, David L, Surinder, Ewan, Joan, Pete D, Mark O, Peter M, Jeremy, Vivian, Anne, Milton, Gaurang, Amin, Dee, Pat, Marianne, Vian, Simon, Bharti, Neil, Mick, Owen, Coogee, Karen, Mike, Mifan, Louis and Derek for your great company and for joining Kevin and me on our Celandine walk.
Report by Louise
On a very sunny yet cold morning nineteen of us assembled for coffee and pastries at Pauls by the Tower Pier. We then jumped on the DLR and grabbed the front seat for a driver's view of the track. Kevin gave his observations of the line based on his decades as loco driver on the Northern line. We alighted at Blackwall to view Pontoon Dock and then East India Basin. Reaching the Thames promenade we took in the superb views of the Dome and Isle of Dogs. We stopped at the Virginia Memorial where the first colonists set sail for the New World. We then crossed footbridges to reach the hidden Trinity Buoy Wharf on City Island. This was the manufacturing base for all lighthouse equipment until recent years. We visited the museum and Faraday's exhibition (the inventor was important in the development of the lighthouses). The island quarter is full of art works and an area formed of former containers used as art studios. We had lunch there listening to the thousand-year long player, Peter and Mark O reminiscing about their days on the firing range.
We then arrived at the Royal Victoria Docks which formed part of the much larger eastern docks, built for the new steamships inspired by Brunel. We crossed over on the high-level transporter bridge, with great views to the City. Sadly, no way into the Millenium Mills, built in the 30's and derelict for decades, location for many crime films as it's perfect for portraying urban dereliction. Onto the DLR again, its route a viaduct through the airport and a tunnel under the Thames to Woolwich. Derek led one group to an East End Victorian pub perfectly preserved, Pauline recalled meeting Bobby, Geoff and Martin at the Boleyn before a big match. The rest made it to the Arsenal where Louise led us, as ordained, to the Wetherspoons for more tall tales from Jeremy and Mark P.
Walkers were Brian, Neil, Louise, Kevin, Derek, Prem, Jeff, Jeremy, Mark P, Lisa, Heddy, Joan, Peter, Mark O, Pauline, Shirley, Simon, Bharti and Marianne.
Report by Brian
A larger than expected group assembled on a cold overcast morning at Little Venice. After coffee and introductions, we set off using the excellent David Fathers guidebook to follow the Westbourne River to the Thames. A detour inspired by Mr Dunn's railway architecture show saw us explore Brunel's train shed at Paddington. We then followed the Westbourne through several Georgian mews until Hyde Park. Here the Westbourne flows alongside the Serpentine Lake. We crossed into Knightsbridge and followed back streets twisting to follow the route of the underground river. Our lunch stop was in Belgravia at Motcomb Street courtyard, a collection of outdoor cafes by the original Pantechnicon. The latecomer joined us here by tradition.
Our route continued south, passing several embassies and Cadogan Hall (originally a Byzantine-style church). We then explored Holy Trinity Church at Sloane Square with its outstanding arts and craft design and William Morris stained glass windows. We then crossed Chelsea Bridge to arrive at Battersea Power Station. We admired the ice rink, the many Christmas lights and the Christmas tree by the power station. Some then donned skates for a very festive session on the riverside ice rink. The rest had some warming mulled wine watching the skaters glide by. Louise and Sally then led a tour of the ever-amazing power station where we gathered for tiffin and cultural conversation.
Walkers were Brian, Joan, Mark P, Sally, Coogee, Jeff, Louise, Kevin, Derek, Prem, Pauline, Kate and Julie.
Report by Brian
Leaving home for the start at Wendover, reports on the radio were giving yellow weather warnings for snow later in the day. Not expecting to meet any one else at the meeting point I was surprised to find 4 others well prepared for the day's walk. Although a little frosty it was a good clear day but a little overcast, so plans were made to cut the walk short should there be a change in the weather. Knowing the weather forecast for the day we promptly set off at a brisk pace. After approximately 20 minutes we arrived at World's End. From there we skirted around the Weston Turville reservoir and nature reserve and into Weston Turville itself. As we made our way through the village Mike said good morning to one of the cheerful locals and then noted that he's the bloke from Antiques Roadshow. We then picked up a footpath that ran parallel with Westend Ditch, which is actually a small stream that rises from a spring in Wendover and flows towards Aylesbury. As we passed through a new-build estate just outside Bedgrove we spotted a wooden sculpture of a duck, and continuing through the estate we also came across sculptures of a badger and then an owl. We then joined the Aylesbury branch of the Grand Union Canal.
After following the canal for a short distance we stopped for lunch at Red House Lock. Leaving the canal at this point we headed into Aston Clinton, before picking up a footpath which was going to take us around the outskirts of RAF Halton airfield, which appeared to be very quiet apart from one small plane which was preparing to take off. We paused for a while to watch the plane take off. Continuing onwards we emerged onto the Wendover branch of the Grand Union Canal. As we made our way along the canal we were able to spot quite a few colourful birds as we headed back to our final destination of Wendover. Despite the yellow weather warning, we never saw a drop of rain or a snowflake and it was in fact perfect weather for a winter day's walk, and we arrived back in Wendover well before darkness fell.
Many thanks to Surinder, Mike D, Phil and Brian F for joining me on this 13-mile winter walk to kick off 2025.
Report by Malcolm
