Hills, windmills and another fallen tree

10 January 2018

After a string of dull grey days when all my walks were about getting somewhere as quickly as possible before it rained, the sun came out to play. This obviously called for a proper walk and I knew just the place for bright blue skies. The Bursledon Windmill was calling and, for the first time this year, CJ was joining me. Usually I’d head along Shoreburs Greenway to get to the windmill but, with all the recent rain, this didn’t seem like a good idea. The trail is muddy at the best of times and I didn’t fancy getting half way and finding it flooded, or losing a boot somewhere along the way. The alternative was a long, boring walk along the main road but this didn’t appeal much either so I plotted a more scenic but much longer route meandering through Sholing. Continue reading Hills, windmills and another fallen tree

From Millers Pond to Bursledon Windmill – first published 29 June 2014

At the end of June 2014, I started working four long days each week, which meant having three days off. My first three day weekend began with a walk, obviously. Being the last weekend of the month and being a little shy on the hundred miles I’d promised to walk it probably should have been longer  but a very bright humid day had me revising my plans before I set out. There was only so much water I could carry in my rucksack and only so much sun a fair skinned girl could take. The new plan was to revisit the Bursledon Windmill and see what, if any, progress had been made since my last visit in early September 2013. Continue reading From Millers Pond to Bursledon Windmill – first published 29 June 2014

Windmills on my mind

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2 June 2916

Last night I had a dream about a windmill. The memory of it was hazy when I woke but I couldn’t get the thought of it out of my head, white sails against deep blue sky. It felt as if something was telling me to walk to the windmill at Bursledon, although I had no idea why. It seemed wise to listen to my dream though and, when I said where I was going, CJ said he’d come along. He even offered to buy me a coffee! Once I’d picked myself off the floor we set off. Continue reading Windmills on my mind

Bursledon, windmills, bricks and hills

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17 May 2015

My Sunday walk didn’t finish at the end of the greenway trail. If I only had one day for walking I wanted to fit in a great deal more than six miles. Unfortunately the plan meant the next part would be along the main Bursledon Road with traffic zooming past. At least, being Sunday, there weren’t too many cars and, for a moment, I was tempted to cross the road and grab a coffee in Costa before good sense prevailed. Maybe on the way back… Continue reading Bursledon, windmills, bricks and hills

One walk, two woods and lots of fungi

Walking nervously into the woods
Walking nervously into the woods

8 December 2014

As I walked through the gate into the woodland behind the Bursledon Windmill I wasn’t entirely convinced no huge, slavering dogs would appear. At first I was looking around nervously but, when I spotted some jelly ear fungi on a fallen branch, I forgot all about dogs. Looking closer there were patches of some semi translucent, creamy spots that looked suspiciously like slime mould on the same branch. As I’d probably only walked about ten paces at this point it seemed like a good sign. Continue reading One walk, two woods and lots of fungi

Sails the on Bursledon Windmill

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8 December 2014

Usually Monday is mostly about cooking and shopping, with a little cleaning thrown in for good measure. Outside the window the morning sky was bright and blue, the perfect weather for windmill visiting, and, as I’d already made a tasty lamb casserole on Sunday afternoon, I decided everything else could wait. Continue reading Sails the on Bursledon Windmill

How do I get out of here?

Universal Boatyard
Universal Boatyard

4 November 2014

So there I was in Universal Boatyard surrounded by boats on dry land and lots of shipwrights looking askance at me. Uncomfortable didn’t even begin to describe it. According to my pre-walk reading I was supposed to go to the right of the boatyard but there didn’t seem to be a path to the right. I walked this way and that, trying not to look too lost or too suspicious but all I could see were dead ends and boats. Continue reading How do I get out of here?

Handbags and glad rags

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22 – 25 October 2014

There was a definite chill in the air when I set off on Wednesday morning. Not quite a frost but a hairs breadth from it. The sky was bright and clear though so I didn’t mind the walk to work. Vivid autumn leaves were using the blue as a backdrop, something to make me smile as I plodded along. Peering over Cobden Bridge the boatyard was perfectly reflected in the still water making a pretty picture. Continue reading Handbags and glad rags

Spooky tales of Bursledon Windmill – First published 10 March and 3 September 2013

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After my brief windmill visit on Sunday I thought it would be interesting to look back at my previous visits back in 2013 and share a little of the history of the place. It’s certainly beautiful and a little spooky. Continue reading Spooky tales of Bursledon Windmill – First published 10 March and 3 September 2013

The windmills of my mind

Alan and Marilyn Bergman.
Alan and Marilyn Bergman.

19 October 2014

A local news item determined my Sunday walk this week. The report was about the Bursledon Windmill and the work being done to refurbish it. This is the only working windmill in Hampshire so, historically, it’s of great importance. The original wooden mill was built in 1766 and the bicentennial of the current mill is next month. The hope is that the work will be finished by then and the sails will be turning. This would be nice because I’ve never seen the sails turning before. Continue reading The windmills of my mind