Walking in the Spring!
We’re meeting at the Cricket to leave for 10:00.
Definitely be home for the rugby…route and pace depends on who turns up.
Will be ending in the Red Lion
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Come join us!
Anyone fancying a pipe-opener, we’re striding from Horley Cricket at 8:00 am. Dogs welcome. No idea where we’re going, but will be home 10-10.30, as one of us has ten for Sunday lunch…
Life keeps getting in the way of walking, which is rubbish. But now it’s the last Sunday of September, and barely nine o’clock, and we’re walking. It’s just Tim and me because we suspect Jen has been out doing whatever young people do on Saturday nights, and our pace is quick.
It’s warm too, so within minutes I’m red in the face and too puffed to talk. We go right at the bottom of Horley and out along the ridge above Bramshill. We cut across the Drift Road towards the Stratford Road, then on towards Balscote. We pass the beautiful garden hidden in the valley and then loop by the quarry and come out near Wroxton.
We walk about eight miles, in two hours, and I feel as if I’ve run for twenty. There were no cows but a lot of pheasants.
Pants, driven wild by rabbits
On the ridge above Bramshill
Running beside the quarry
Taken on a punishing 7 miler, Monday night. Pace so mean, had to divert to the Rose and Crown in Ratley…
All photos bar the blurry one taken by Jen. She really, REALLY needs an Instagram account, because she’s jolly good at photos.
Jen, glugging a cider
Leah in stubble fields
Stubble fields in North Oxfordshire
Leah. And an oak.
Blissful stubble fields
Strider Who Has Eaten All of The Pies
Sunset on brook
Sunset over Warmington Ridge
Endlessly Seeking Bill and Ben…
Jen jubilant after a cider
Knackered Carlie drinking gin and coke
Views for kings – we are so incredibly privileged
MORNING! We’re walking this evening, rain or no rain.
Leaving Horley Cricket at 6:00pm.
Getcha getcha getcha boots on #MarchingTime #WalkOn
Meeting at 6pm at the cricket.
Sensible footwear, pace will be rapid.
No idea where we’re heading…
So it was just Tim and Dave and Pants and me, and we marched to Hornton and went up a track, and then through some copsie scrub, and then we found two huge fields full of silvered borage plants, all neatly cut into lines, like hay. There were a lot of bees, and we found a lake that wasn’t on the map.
After that, things got cattlesome, and we did some wootang trespassy stylee, and hurdled some barbed-wire fencing. Tim had to carry Pants over, because he doesn’t know he can jump.
Then we got whipped by some evil green serrated brambles, and flayed with nettles. Then we were forced (by cattle) to get in the maize, and it was like the Congo. Tim said to watch my eyes, as the maize could slice open my eyeballs.
But tonight we also saw a hare standing perfectly upright barely twenty yards away, and an incredible jumping mouse.
Same time next week. Loving it.
The pond not on the map, but looks weirdly familiar and makes me think of wet-suits…
The most golden of golden horizons. The field where we saw the incredible jumping mouse.
Well, for a pace labelled as ‘FAST’, we ended up remarkably slow. Mostly because it was such a beautiful evening, we kept stopping to admire privileged, golden views.
We ended up doing 4 miles in 2 hours (oh dear), but with 9 people and 4 dogs. Footwear ranged from walking boots to trainers to pale-pink ballet flats. Not one of us remembered a hip flask.
Resting beneath the Wroxton Obelisk
Monday’s jolly gang
Leah cooling off in the Abbey ponds
Walking through Wroxton just before sun-down
The Wolf Run at Strider’s pace…
Strider resting, with Leah the Lab
The most seductive of paths
Striders and The Pants
Walking in the shadow of the Obelisk
Heading home to Horley, through Wroxton.