BOOK LAUNCH: THE WOMAN WHO WALKED THROUGH FEAR

WOW.  What an amazing evening last night at the launch of “The Woman Who Walked Through Fear”.  I felt truly blessed to be surrounded by so much love and support.  Much thanks to Flitwick Library for hosting the event. A full set of photos will follow on a further post. My books are now generally available for…

THE NICKEY LINE………. and more

I was looking for a walk that would not be too wet underfoot and as with my recent walk around the St Albans Green Ring, I found a route taking in an old railway line which proved to be a great idea. The seven mile Nickey line runs between Hemel Hempstead and Harpenden.  It is fairly…

ST ALBANS GREEN RING

The St Albans Green Ring  “The trees are afraid to put forth buds, And there is timidity in the grass; The plots lie gray where gouged by spuds,         And whether next week will pass Free of sly sour winds is the fret of each bush         Of barberry waiting to bloom.” (“A Backward Spring”) Thomas Hardy…

THE WOMAN WHO WALKED THROUGH FEAR

I am delighted to announce that “The Woman Who Walked Through Fear” has now been published. I am holding my official Book Launch on 25 May 2018 from 7.00 to 8.30 pm at Flitwick Library, Beds.  Tickets are £1 to include refreshments.  Please contact me for further information.  jackiemcall@hotmail.co.uk The book recalls my journey through…

CURLY TAILS PIG SANCTUARY

Today, I was thrilled to visit Curly Tails Pig Sanctuary.  A true a haven for rescued pigs in Newton Longville, Bucks. This small charity based just outside Milton Keynes is home to around 28 pigs who can no longer be kept by their original owners.  Some have been abandoned, some need a new home due to a…

THE HERTFORDSHIRE WAY: Broxbourne to Hertford

Cold, proud, noisy geese peppered our route along this section of the Hertfordshire Way from Broxbourne to Hertford.  I always find it difficult to rouse myself from the January post-Christmas festive slump and get out walking and it was indeed fortuitous that this section coincided with a perfect winter’s walk. The day felt forlorn, melancholy…