Westwood reprise

14 April 2017

It isn’t often Commando wants to go for a walk with me so, when he said he said he fancied a stroll in Westwood to stretch out his legs after weeks and weeks of marathon training runs, I jumped at the chance. Westwood has become a bit of a bête noire of mine. It seem so to be a place where I always end up getting lost or on the wrong trail. Commando, who spent his boyhood in these parts, knows it far better than I so walking it with him would be a real treat.  Continue reading Westwood reprise

Mother Nature’s riverside bounty

12 April 2017

This week seems to be all about errands and today was no different, not that I was complaining. This particular errand, to drop of a birthday present for Philo, involved a rather lovely walk. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, there was a light breeze to keep me cool. What more could I ask?  Continue reading Mother Nature’s riverside bounty

Orphan Cygnets – first published 1 August 2014

Sleep had not come easily and, despite being tired during the day, I’d been waking early in the morning. Tuesday 1 August 2014 was no exception. We had an appointment with the undertakers in the afternoon and Commando suggested, rather strongly, that I go out for a walk beforehand.
“It’ll cheer you up,” he said. Continue reading Orphan Cygnets – first published 1 August 2014

More tales from the Old Cemetery

8 April 2017

Even if you’re not a runner there are some advantages to getting up early on a Saturday morning for parkrun. For me this usually means a walk of some kind while Commando is running and, for the second week in a row my feet took me to the Old Cemetery on the Common. At this pont you might be thinking two Saturday mornings walking round a cemetery sounds borderline obsessive. Maybe you’d be right but there was so much still to see I couldn’t resist. This time I took the fancy pants camera with me. Continue reading More tales from the Old Cemetery

The Westwood mystery revisited

5 April 2017

The crumbled and broken gatepost we’d found once belonged to Lake House. This was one of three houses built on the edge of the wood in Victorian times, named after the lake in its grounds. Sadly, the house is long gone but the lake remains as Westwood’s main pond, along with some of the plants that once graced the gardens. Just beyond the fallen gatepost, I could see the whateveritis we’d come to look at. Perhaps CJ would have some useful ideas about what it might be? Continue reading The Westwood mystery revisited

The graveyard shift – comedy, tragedy and shipwrecks

1 April 2017

On Saturday mornings you can usually find me at parkrun. If I feel like a brisk walk I march round the 5k course, rarely coming last unless I’m actually walking with the tail runner to keep her company. Two laps of the Common is a touch boring, so I often just go for a wander and come back to cheer once people begin to finish. Occasionally I wander down to London Road or to Highfield campus to grab a coffee, sometimes I poke about on the Common. Today I decided to visit the Old Cemetery, looking for signs of spring and interesting stories.  Continue reading The graveyard shift – comedy, tragedy and shipwrecks

Lost property and scented candles – first published 12 July 2014

July 2014 and my second week as Team Leader was a manic one. It started off nicely enough with a river full of swans on Wednesday morning. Disappointingly the cygnets were nowhere to be seen but all the other swans who had suddenly appeared the week before were still hanging around close to the bank so I stopped on my way along the Boardwalk to take some photographs. Once I got to work though it seemed as if everything that could go wrong did go wrong. For a start there was the lorry fire… Continue reading Lost property and scented candles – first published 12 July 2014

Hamble Rail Trail, the wrong side of the tracks – first published 21 June 2014

Midsummer 2014 and I’d followed the Hamble Rail Trail, a disused railway line and ended up at a real station. The rail trail seemed to have come to an abrupt end. I hadn’t expected to end up at Hamble Station but the thought of catching a train home to my village crossed my mind because I was pretty hot at this point and obviously lost. There is only one train an hour stopping at my little village though and I was pretty sure I’d just seen it go past. As the station is unmanned there was no one to ask and no one to buy a ticket from either. There may have been one of those horrible automated machines somewhere if I’d cared to look. Machines and I don’t get on very well though and I didn’t relish the prospect of losing my card or the long wait for another train. Continue reading Hamble Rail Trail, the wrong side of the tracks – first published 21 June 2014

Power lines, fields, a lost station and a mill

9 March 2017

My last few walks have all been about postcards and familiar places so today I thought I’d go somewhere completely different and explore the marshes of the River Test. This is an area I do not know well so a great deal of planning and plotting was needed and, even with a map on my phone, getting lost was a distinct possibility. The weather forecast was for a dull, cloudy day and, we set out early, hoping it wouldn’t rain. Continue reading Power lines, fields, a lost station and a mill

Postcards from Watts Park

7 March 2017

The day seemed to be getting warmer and warmer and, even though I’d taken my coat off and stuffed it in my bag near the start of our walk, I was overheating. After yomping into town, running an errand and wandering all over Andrews Park taking photographs, CJ and I were in need of a coffee. We both agreed to head for Artisan Coffee in Guildhall Square. Maybe we’d even have a cake.

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