Poppies, pill boxes and pipelines

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30 June 2015

Away from the shore breeze the heat made walking a chore as I made my way through Netley to Victoria Country Park. The coffee shop was tempting but the detour to get to it proved an obstacle too far so I hurried across the open field towards the trail through the woods where there would at least be shade. Hot and sticky I may have been but I couldn’t resist a stop to look at a beautiful poppy sculpture that has appeared in front of the chapel since my last visit. The small flower bed beneath it was planted with real poppies, fat buds not quite ready to open. It will look stunning when they do. Continue reading Poppies, pill boxes and pipelines

Sun, sea and … Shingle

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30 June 2015

The last walk of June was going to be hot, hot, hot, at least according to the weather forecast which predicted temperatures in the high twenties. It seemed the sensible thing to do would be head for the shore where there would be sea breezes to cool me down. As it happened there was something interesting I’d been meaning to check out in Hamble anyway, the only problem was I wasn’t exactly sure how to get to it. Still, not knowing where I’m going has never stopped me before. Continue reading Sun, sea and … Shingle

The one thousand five hundred mile coastal challenge, June miles

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June didn’t start off too well in terms of walking. The exploration of French Street and St Michael’s Church plus a week at work was followed by a painful interface between my toe and the Dyson in which my little toe came off worse. Walking wasn’t much fun and the Sunday walk ended up being a short but interesting tour of the Southampton Vaults. Somehow I still ended up 28.4 miles in week one but it could have been much better. Continue reading The one thousand five hundred mile coastal challenge, June miles

an evening walk and a farewell party

Heading for Monks Brook Meadows
Heading for Monks Brook Meadows

26 June 2015

The bad week ended with a walk. Part of our farewell for the RCSM was a meal at Ham Farm. As the team wouldn’t be getting there until half past seven and it didn’t seem worth going home at five just to go out again, I decided to walk there from work. With my head still full of images of gunmen on Tunisian beaches, I left the office and set off. Originally Id planned to walk across Cobden Bridge towards the Navigation but it was a sultry evening, hot and thundery with a chance of rain so I thought it wasn’t the best of plans. Continue reading an evening walk and a farewell party

Paradise lost

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23 to 27 June 2015

Everyone has one of those weeks from time to time. They usually come out of the blue when you’re least expecting them and catch you off balance. Occasionaly you stumble and fall. If you’re really lucky there will be people around to help you up and dust you down. For me, this was one of those weeks… Continue reading Paradise lost

The dentist, a new trail and some rain

A very damp Hum Hole
A very damp Hum Hole

22 June 2013

Not many people like going to the dentist, especially not for a filling but that was where I was headed on Monday morning bright and early, well earlyish. When I got up I wasn’t exactly impressed to see rain but, by the time I left, it had stopped. Unfortunately, as the first part of my walk was through Hum Hole where all the trees were slowly relieving themselves of the left over rain water, I still got wet. Continue reading The dentist, a new trail and some rain

Solstice sunrise

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Not too long after the sunset of spring  we went to bed. We had an early start in the morning, even for someone who usually gets up at five fifteen. It seemed we’d hardly fallen asleep and we were up again looking at boiling skies that could have been painted by Van Gough, full of pink and purple. After the most perfunctory of washes (there would be time later for a shower) and a light breakfast my body didn’t feel it needed, we set off. Continue reading Solstice sunrise

Tales from the riverbank

St John's Wort
St John’s Wort

17 to 20 June 2015

The last gasp of spring before the solstice began with a wet Wednesday morning. It wasn’t quite what I’d hoped for the first walk to work of the week but beggars can’t be choosers so I pulled my hood up and marched along the riverbank. There were a couple of new flowers beside the railway line to brighten my morning. A St John’s Wort had sprung up from nowhere with long, starry stamens and yellow petals edged by black spots. This herb is used to treat depression and the sight of it certainly lifted my mood. The second newcomer was less of a surprise. I’ve been watching the wild sweet pea for a while waiting for the flowers to open. Now they finally have, adding a splash of pink to the greens and yellows. Continue reading Tales from the riverbank

An exciting discovery in Mayfield Park

Millers Pond
Millers Pond

15 June 2015

As Sunday ended up bright enough for me to catch a little sun on my arms and chest I naievly expected more of the same on Monday. With this in mind I’d planned a nice walk along the shore towards Hamble. Looking out of the window when I got up threw those plans into disarray. If anything it looked like rain, all thick grey cloud, black around the edges. Obviously I would have to think again. Continue reading An exciting discovery in Mayfield Park

In the lazy water meadow

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14 June 2015

The river seemed green and lazy, meandering slowly through the meadow, green from the reflection of trees and grasses. It was the wild flowers that decided me in the end. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be flowers and the sound of buzzing bees was almost deafening. Lakeside and checking out the trail to Eastliegh could wait for another day. Continue reading In the lazy water meadow