For the second Club outing of a weather-blessed Easter weekend, seventeen ramblers alighted at Christs Hospital station for a sunny walk through bucolic Sussex countryside. First we entered a sylvan glade with the nascent River Arun running through it and ubiquitous wild garlic. Fields of bluebells then followed before we reached the old Shoreham to Guildford railway line, now a foot & cycle path called the Downs Link. Fringed with dandelions in places and with views of the Low Weald, this took us to the old station house at Slinfold where we walked into the village and stopped at the Red Lyon pub for lunch. Continue reading Easter Monday 22nd April. Christ’s Hospital West Sussex
Thirty five polyramblers joined this lovely outer London walk, Perivale woods being the main attraction, for the blue- bells. We made our way to the Grand Union Canal. A cyclist said to us to look out for turtles, however, couple of polyramblers confirmed that we were looking at pink ear terrapins.
We arrived at Perivale Woods soon after. The blue bells were in full bloom and you could miss fragrant floral smell. We saw plenty of bird boxes and a hide. A great spot to listen to the birds, we heard wrens, blue tits, great tits, wood packer and chiffchaffe. Then we walked up to Horsenden Hill for great views. Here Jennifer shared chocolates with us. Then we made to Ballot Box Pub. The staff we superb and service was superb considering twenty of us wanted food and they had another group of thirty customers. Continue reading Saturday 20 April 2019: Greenford to Harrow- on-the Hill
Despite so-called “planned” engineering works causing travel disruption both on the trains and the underground, 30 of us met up at Liverpool Street station, 10 Polyramblers and 14 London Blind Ramblers. It was just as well the LBRs had brought some sighted friends to help guide them! We paired up and set off. The path was mostly smooth. Robin and Maria set a good pace. Birds tweeted in the brambles. Was that a Cetti’s Warbler we heard? We passed a couple with a child examining a greenish eggshell beside the path. They thought it was a duck egg which a crow had stolen from a mallard nest, broken open and eaten the contents. The A13 hummed in the background until we climbed the slope up to the riverside path, passing Tilda’s rice mills (one of Europe’s largest), which receives grain from Italy, Canada, India, Thailand and Uruguay. Continue reading Sunday 14th April Rainham to Rainham Marshes
Ten Polyramblers got off the train at Yalding, with unusually, equal numbers of women and men. It was somewhat misty but otherwise dry and mild.The club last visited Yalding a couple of years ago, when widespread flooding of the Medway had caused much damage to property and vehicles. Some expensive looking homes had been built overlooking the marina in the intervening period. We set off along the river, with me bringing up the rear as usual. After a few minutes, I found that I was alone, the rest of the group having turned off. Fortunately, I was able to see them in the distance and was able to catch them up after 15 minutes or so. No one seemed to have missed me. We headed across fields and through woods, passing Roydon Hall, which dates from the time of Henry VIII. It was looking a little sad, being currently unoccupied, but one could see that in its heyday it would have been magnificent. We walked through West Peckham, the churchyard having a magnificent display of primulae. Continue reading Sunday 7th April. Yalding to Borough Green
There were just four of us who alighted at Harlow Town, other club members presumably having mothers’ day responsibilities. The weather had turned colder overnight, with a northerly wind but it was thankfully dry. We followed the river Stort before turning north. our route taking us through woods and across pleasantly undulating farm land. There were reassuring signs of spring, with lots of birdsong and plenty of lambs and horses to lift the spirits. We remarked how few other walkers were out and about. There hadn’t been any rain for some time so what might have been muddy sections were easily negotiated. We passed signs for Henry Moore’s house at Perry Green, visited by the club recently on one of Dominique’s walks. We stopped briefly to eat our sandwiches, enjoying faint sunshine. Continuing, we reached the attractive village of Much Hadham and for another short stop in the Bull pub, sitting in a pleasant enclosed yard. Impressive plates of food were being brought out from the kitchen but sadly for us there was only time for a drink. We had completed more than half the walk, and the afternoon was slightly shorter, as we carried on, following part of the Hertfordshire Way. Continue reading March 31st. Harlow to Bishops Stortford