Tag: Itchen Valley Country Park

Plane spotting

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30 September 2015

One of the things that’s fast becoming apparent with my drive walk efforts is the difficulty of finding somewhere to park. In the kind of places I want to go to walk this is turning out to be harder than I thought. On Wednesday morning I spent an inordinate amount of time scanning Google Maps trying to find somewhere near the lakes at Allbrook. Never having been there on foot I naively thought there’d be a car park somewhere. Turns out there wasn’t. Eventually I realised I’d been looking at the maps so long I no longer had time for the walk I wanted even if I’d found a car park, which I hadn’t. Continue reading Plane spotting

a break in the rain

Osteospermum
Osteospermum

25 July 2015

Friday’s severe weather warnings came to nothing but steady, all day rain. Mostly I stayed indoors, catching up on housework. On a dash to the bins I passed the new waterbut and could hear water trickling in. On the way to the shops in the afternoon, the trickling had stopped. Lifting the lid I saw water to the brim. It had been empty the day before. Continue reading a break in the rain

In the lazy water meadow

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14 June 2015

The river seemed green and lazy, meandering slowly through the meadow, green from the reflection of trees and grasses. It was the wild flowers that decided me in the end. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be flowers and the sound of buzzing bees was almost deafening. Lakeside and checking out the trail to Eastliegh could wait for another day. Continue reading In the lazy water meadow

Chance encounters

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14 June 2015

Sunday morning was a dull affair and, while Commando did his ten mile run training for Toronto in October, I set off for the river wondering what happened to spring, which is almost summer after all. There was at least some colour, provided by the bright sails on a boat close to Cobden Bridge, in fact there were several of them slipping through the greyish water. Being Sunday, Riverside Park was crowded with runners, dog walkers and people feeding ducks despite the grey sky. Continue reading Chance encounters