THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – Woburn to Ampthill (Part 2)

Early on a promising Summer morning I returned to the village of Ridgmont to complete the second section of The Greensand Ridge Walk which I had curtailed due to gloomy weather the week before. (Details of part 1  here). The butterfly trail in the village was still in existence and just after I crossed over…

THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – Woburn to Ampthill (Part 1)

I set off along my second leg of the Greensand Ridge Walk on what was forecast to be the best weather of a wet and windy week.  As I crossed the estate fields of Woburn an Easterly wind nearly blew me off my feet.  Deer looked across askance at me as if to say “why…

THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – Leighton Buzzard to Woburn

The Greensand Ridge Walk – Day 1 A day of sunshine and showers was forecast as the Lovely T dropped me off by the Grand Union Canal in Leighton Buzzard for the first stage of The Greensand Ridge Walk. I always love walking along canals -being nosey peeking in  back gardens which run down to…

THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – INDEX OF POSTS

The Greensand Ridge cuts like the Yellow Brick Road twisting and turning across the Bedfordshire Countryside. I am walking it during the easing of the coronavirus lockdown during the month of July 2020.  My index of posts on walking the Greensand Ridge are set out below. INDEX OF POSTS ON THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK Leg…

In the Time of the Skylark – Re-exploration (11)

3 June 2020 My Dearest Boy, We have been lark-charmed, gladdened, cheered.  This week you were able to re-explore a half-remembered place.  You scooted light-footed down the gravel path, laughter in your refined voice.  Nana, lock-down hair flowing behind her, could no longer catch you. What fun you had jumping with a new self-assurance along…

In the Time of the Skylark – Carousel (10)

May 27, 2020 My Dearest Boy, As a child my favourite fairground ride was the Carousel.  It combined a longing for a connection with ponies, the comfort and safety of being held tightly on the saddle by my Daddy and the tinkly music hall songs that my own Grandma and Grandad used to sing when…

In the Time of the Skylark – Celebration (9)

21 May 2020   My Dearest Boy, What glorious weather we are having and what a special birthday I had!  I did not wake up to the magnificent view of Katerina de Aragon’s Alhambra; nor did I fill my cup with the sensous fragrance of Giverney; nor even did I walk again that old familiar…

In the Time of the Skylark – Acceptance (8)

13 May 2020 My Dearest Boy, Recently I had an interesting conversation with a friend about whether I am at present blessed with acceptance or haunted by apathy.  I pondered on  this on my walks.  I have been in a liminal state – somewhere between an old life which has disappeared and a new normal…

In the Time of the Skylark – Listen (7)

My Dearest Boy, What a thing it is to stop and listen!  To a young child, given space and time, this comes naturally.  It is one of the ways in which we learn.  In this time of the skylark’s song I have been reminded to cherish this gift. Ah, my dearest boy, I tried to…

In the Time of the Skylark – Time (6)

April 30 2020 My Dearest Boy, Time passes on.  We have had proper April weather this week – sunshine and showers; dark skies and rainbows.  I have been walking a little less and thinking about how when you spend time with Grandad T and me you love to go out in the garden.  There are…