Wyre Forest, part two: On the Beaten Track
In which I listen for ghost trains on the disused railway and a buzzard brings me home under a grey and rainy sky
The Ridgeway: Ivinghoe Beacon
In which we take an ice white walk through the woods to start the Ridgeway, and find golden nymphs dancing in the trees on Britain’s oldest trail.
Great Missenden to Wendover
In which we ramble through beechwoods and over hills in warm clothes, and meet Britain’s creepiest cows.
The Isis (Thames), The Cherwell and The Oxford Canal
In which I ramble along the river past the dreaming spires and end up two feet deep in it
Edinburgh, Arthur’s Seat
In which we attempt to give ourselves diabetes on top of an inner city mountain
Northumberland, Low Newton to Craster
In which we follow the waft of kippers to Craster and find our car at the end of a rainbow
Northumberland: Alnmouth to Warkworth
In which I relax by watching the dog go beserk on the beach and enjoy my favourite kind of landform, the sand dune
London: The Parkland Walk
In which I am surrounded by superstition on an invisible railway: fairies in the bushes, and an abandoned station waiting for a train that will never come.
Pilgrims’ Way, Wrotham to Halling
Stage 10 of the Pilgrims’ Way in which I walk for thousands of years from neolithic to industrial times
Pilgrims’ Way, Otford to Wrotham
Stage 9 of the Pilgrims Way in which I have ringing in my ears which for once isn’t tinnitus and consider foraging and living in a ditch