Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Stories

Chorleywood to Amersham
10 September 2017
4 people
32 km / 19.8 m
LDWA




The Chilterns landscape is full of memories
Ancient buildings recall peoples' lives of old
Cattle sheds made from monumental stone
Owl and pussycat gates found on a shady path.

Brick kilns from time immemorial fired clay
In some forgotten forest which we passed
The modern works nearby with piles of bricks
Where people toil the whole week through.

We wished we had an almanac to explain
The curious places marked out on maps
The memorial plaques on gates recalling
The long passed life of some lost relative
Or the golden jubilee of an unknown pair
In the green hills among the grazing sheep.

Monday, 28 August 2017

Dryads

Burgess Hill to Three Bridges
19 August 2017
14 people
27.5 km / 17 miles
Blackheath Ramblers






Morning dryads were angry
Bit our ankles with nettles
Unleashed barking rabid dogs
From undergrowth around roots.

We drank a lunchtime libation
In honour of those tree spirits
The grey clouds cleared from afar
We walked along pleasant glades.

August end presages autumn
Sweet blackberries ready to pick
Leaves burning a russet colour
Summer's ardour almost spent
And our fifty years old stories
Of Empire's end in the east.

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Gridlock

Amersham to Great Missenden
2 July 2017
7 people
26 km; 16 miles








The undulating topography of a patchwork landscape
Forests and fields of wheat flowing into each other
Like the black and white squares of a chequerboard
The tall wheat ready for the summer harvest time.

A midsummer festival in each small town around
Open gardens of Little Missenden drew crowds
Navigating their motors through narrow country lanes
Brought to a standstill through lack of car parks.

So remember, you lovers of local floral displays
A car can only travel from one car park to the next
If you wish to take pleasure in gardens galore
Try leaving the limo safely behind in its space
And experience the beauty of the wheat in the fields
and the cool delight of woodland paths as you walk.

Friday, 14 April 2017

The Foggy Dew

Brief Description  Edenbridge to Nutfield
Date  8-Apr-17
Actual Distance km  25.30
Actual Distance miles  15.72
Variance  5.42%
People 16
Hours  5.83





We walked into the foggy dew
Feet kicking grassland spray
The rising sun burnt the mist
Pouring warming rays onto us.

Spring country revealed itself
With that fresh April green
Painting every leaf and blade
With its a delightful verdancy.

The heat was almost summery
That day of spring in Kent
Without the burning dryness
Of the long midsummer days
As we made our cheerful way
Around garden fields of Kent.

Sunday, 5 March 2017

The Linear park

Brief Description         Greenwich to East Croydon
Date 25-Feb-17
Actual Distance km 28.70
Actual Distance miles         17.84
People 18
Hours 6.17





From the regal Cutty Sark, three masts held aloft
To run down artists studios along the Ravensbourne
Flowing dirtily to the strangely named River Pool
Through Ladywell and its lively green parkland.

From Beckenham Park with its Palladian mansion
To the Kelsey green along the limpid river Beck
Through plush woodlands where we forded a stream
And suburban streets of Croydon at the fall of day.

The linear park is a string of precious gems
Allowing subterranean rivers to take a breath
As they escape dark tunnels into blinding light.
People come here to escape their little boxes
Dogs run, remembering their lupine ancestors
As we stride by in our close knit little pack.

Sunday, 22 January 2017

Lavender Fields

Brief Description Coulsdon South to Kingston
Date 14-Jan-17
A km 25.50
Actual Distance miles 15.85
People 9






The frosty treacherous roads of suburbia
Quickly dissolved into frozen woodland
Snow covered meadows stretched forward
Below the boots of our fleet-footed group.

Nonsuch Park developed all of its beauty
Under the grey winter clouds and rain
The slippery mud of the Hogsmill river
Led us to the urban crowds of Kingston

Fields of lavender snored almost audibly
Hibernating as they waited for Candlemas
The course devoid of golfers at Banstead
Eerily empty on a cold Saturday morn
Late afternoon, a golden sun beamed out
Under cold blue skies presaging spring.