THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – Ampthill to Haynes (Clophill)

The Ampthill to Haynes section of The Greensand Ridge Walk (3rd leg) is 8.8 miles long.  In fact as I had curtailed my second day’s walk (see here) I reached Ampthill on my third day (after only walking from Ridgmont) and therefore had time and energy to continue several miles further.  I did not make…

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 – 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 – Hope (4)

16 April 2020 My Dearest Boy, I once heard a writer tell how she overcame procrastination.  She explained that she sat at her desk, picked up her pen and wrote the words “Once Upon a Time”.  In the same way, if I unroll my yoga mat I’m likely to practise yoga and if I step…

In the time of the skylark – rainbows (3)

8 April 2020 My Dearest Boy, The skylark is now my alarm clock.  Each morning it is up before I am awake; afield before I am up and “breakfasted” before I am afield (Thank you, Mr Hardy).  I walk early and the deer and rabbits are surprised to see me.  Today as I sat on…