THE NORTH CHILTERN TRAIL (3) Barton – Pegsdon

The North Chiltern Trail – Barton – Pegsdon The weather forecast was good for the first part of the morning giving me a chance to complete the next section of the North Chiltern Trail. A steep climb out of the village of Barton-le-clay bought me quickly out of the stick in the mud, stubborn, clay…

NORTH CHILTERN TRAIL – Leg 2: Streatley to Barton-le-Clay

The North Chiltern Trail Leg 2:  Streatley to Barton-le-clay What a magical experience walking the second leg of the North Chiltern Trail proved to be.  Yes, It took me to “my world of dreams so far away”.* Few words are necessary. I will let the views  convey the glorious, early descent into Autumnal exuberance of…

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…

THE TINKER’S TRAIL – HARLINGTON WALKS

Where to walk near Harlington on this cold and wet morning?  Ah, February, a time of hunkering down, sheltering from the rain but yet, hope.  Always hope that Spring will soon be here.  I was so grateful that I roused myself from the couch on a damp and dismal day to take this four and…

AN AUTUMN WALK FROM HARLINGTON

As the early morning Autumn mist showed signs of clearing with the promise of a fresh clean day I set out from the Village Centre and soon found myself in the countryside.  The ground was steaming as the sun dried the dew and a red kite circled overhead. As with so many of my local…

And this is why it is called “Talbothays”

  From the age of 19 when I first married and left home I have moved house many times and never really settled.  I always said that when I found somewhere I felt content I would name my house “Talbothays”.  The name was chosen from one of my favourite Hardy novels, “Tess of the D’Urbevilles”. …

A Walk from Harlington: Sharpenhoe, Spring and a Secret Place

    Leaving Harlington On this beautiful spring morning the lovely T and myself set foot from our home in Harlington on one of my favourite rambles around the area. There is something intoxicating about inhaling the air on a morning such as this and we felt that the chores could wait and we must be…