Walking The Weirs with new eyes and dithering


29 May 2016

Standing at the bottom of Wharf Hill, I toyed with the idea of heading towards the Itchen Navigation. Only days before I’d walked it with CJ though and, beautiful as it is, it didn’t seem the best use of my time. Besides, I wouldn’t get very far before I had to turn back even if I marched my fastest. The morning was getting warm and slightly muggy so dawdling was the order of the day. Instead I headed towards Wharf Mill, or Seagrams Mill as it’s also known, once the main grain mill in the city. Sadly this is not the original Wharf Mill, built in around 1205. The modern building was constructed on the site of the old in 1885 and these days it’s no longer a mill. Like so much else it’s been turned into luxury appartments. Continue reading Walking The Weirs with new eyes and dithering

A little mother daughter bonding – first published 11 September 2013


It’s no secret that I’d have liked a daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love my three boys to bits but, it would have been lovely to have a girl. Now I have a daughter in law and on 11 September 2013 we went for a little walk. When I say little, I meant about fourteen and a half miles. In my defence, she did know what she was getting into. Continue reading A little mother daughter bonding – first published 11 September 2013

The journey, not the destination


18 January 2015

When I woke on Sunday morning I was expecting to see snow. My weather app had been full of snowflakes and a seventy per cent chance of the white stuff when I’d checked it the night before. The Yak Trax were in my beg ready and I’d drifted off to sleep thinking about good routes for snowy weather. Outside though, the garden was wet, the sky cloudy and grey and the fickle weather app had sun peeking out from behind little clouds. The disappointment of not being able to break out the Yak Trax was tempered by the prospect of a brand new walking route. Continue reading The journey, not the destination