Despite my marathon walk on Friday, the walking wasn’t over for the last weekend of April 2013. Commando had a race to run and it was in an area I’d wanted to explore for some time. Of course I had to go along to cheer him on and have a little wander while he was running. Getting lost and getting wet were both distinct possibilities but when have I ever let that stop me? Continue reading a Sunday race and a different river – first published 28 April 2013
16 August 2015
On Sunday I decided it was time to revisit Botley. Back in January when I walked out there to visit the mills I promised myself I’d go back to explore further and it seemed about time I got on with it. It was a pleasant morning, not too hot, not too cold, a touch of blue in the sky and Commando was out on a long run training for Toronto. There’d been some preparation the night before and I had a good idea where I’d find what I was looking for. I’d even planned a circular route so I didn’t have to walk back the same way I’d come. All in all it seemed like I had a plan. Now what is it they say about plans? Continue reading Revisiting Botley and possibly the prettiest loo in the world
29 July 2015
We’d taken the shortest, straightest route from the Cathedral to Old Sarum but, when I’d been planning the trip, I’d seen what I thought was another, far more scenic route. Whether it was actually possible to walk it was another matter so I thought I’d save it for the return journey. If we got completely lost we’d just keep walking south and hope we’d find Salisbury eventually… Probably. Continue reading Homeward bound, trails, haunted bridges, shopping trolleys and mills
18 January 2015
When I woke on Sunday morning I was expecting to see snow. My weather app had been full of snowflakes and a seventy per cent chance of the white stuff when I’d checked it the night before. The Yak Trax were in my beg ready and I’d drifted off to sleep thinking about good routes for snowy weather. Outside though, the garden was wet, the sky cloudy and grey and the fickle weather app had sun peeking out from behind little clouds. The disappointment of not being able to break out the Yak Trax was tempered by the prospect of a brand new walking route. Continue reading The journey, not the destination