Care For a Walk Ashurst to Totton, limping home

18 March 2017

Thankfully, I didn’t have too far to hobble on my bashed up knee before we reached the New Forest Pub at Ashurst. This gave me a chance to nip off to the loo and examine said knee. It was bleeding, but not as much as I’d expected. More worryingly, it was already quite swollen and red. A little gentle prodding told me this was almost certainly bruising, by the looks of it under my kneecap, which, thankfully felt intact.  Continue reading Care For a Walk Ashurst to Totton, limping home

Care for a Walk – Matley to Ashurst wet dogs, new trees and a fall

18 March 2017

Instead of crossing Beaulieu Road and walking through Denny Inclosure, we headed off across White Moor towards Lyndhurst. This is a walk I’ve done many times on my own so, for once, I knew exactly where I was and where I was heading. This was more than could be said for CJ, who had never walked this trail before. Continue reading Care for a Walk – Matley to Ashurst wet dogs, new trees and a fall

Care For a Walk – Totton to Matley, ponies dogs and a deer

18 March 2017

Care For a Walk day has come round again and, with it, the joy of a walk in the New Forest with zero chance of getting lost or ending up somewhere other than where I meant to. The annual spring walk for Macmillan Cancer Support is planned by Pete and Mike, experts on all the trails and paths because they are lucky enough to live in the forest. This means I don’t have to worry about anything other than putting one foot in front of the other and enjoying the scenery. Actually, this time, I did have to worry about not losing CJ, who has discovered he loves a walk too and wanted to come along.  Continue reading Care For a Walk – Totton to Matley, ponies dogs and a deer

Wilverley, ponies galore and a CC6

12 March 2017

For a while it was touch and go whether I’d be able to go to the last CC6 at Wilverley. Commando was busy with marathon training and wouldn’t be going himself and Kylie was taking the numbers so I wasn’t actually needed, as such. Of course I could have just taken the car and gone on my own but the last time we went to Wilverley, for the second RR10 last May, we got terribly lost, even with Commando navigating. The chances of me finding the place on my own were slim to none, the chances of getting badly lost and missing the whole race were high. Continue reading Wilverley, ponies galore and a CC6

Denny Wood, the penultimate CC6

19 February 2017

Today brought the penultimate CC6 at Denny Wood in the New Forest. For once it was an area I knew fairly well as I’ve walked through it many times as part of the Care For A Walk fifteen mile fundraiser. Usually it is muddy and I had the feeling today was going to be no exception. On a different day I might have gone for a wander across White Moor to Lyndhurst and Bolton’s Bench a coulple of miles down Beaulieu Road, or crossed the road and done my usual trick of getting lost in Matley Wood. Today though I was being gentle on my poor old foot with its healing blister. Besides, there wouldn’t be too much time as, James, one of the Spitfire’s super fast runners, was running his first CC6.  Continue reading Denny Wood, the penultimate CC6

Mist, ice and ponies at Kings Garn Inclosure

22 January 2017

They say there’s no peace for the wicked and it certainly felt that way this weekend. As if the early start on Saturday for the Netley parkrun wasn’t enough, there was a CC6 today at Kings Garn Inclosure in the New Forest. Commando was otherwise occupied running with the fast boys on Sunday Runday but Darren kindly offered to give me a lift. Maybe kind isn’t quite the word I’m looking for here. At least it wasn’t what I was thinking when I stood outside my house at eight o’clock on one of the coldest, iciest mornings we have had this winter.  Continue reading Mist, ice and ponies at Kings Garn Inclosure

Oh I do like to be beside the sea, Milford on Sea – first published 11 May 2014

On the Saturday night after my May 2014 battle with the Itchen Navigation I was trying hard to plot a short walk that didn’t involve the river. After all the mud and wet feet I’d had quite enough of the Itchen for a little while. Hamble came to mind but it was further than I wanted to go, Millers Pond wasn’t far enough. The old walls were a possibility with maybe a look at the work being done on Town Quay. Then Commando said he was thinking of driving out to the New Forest for a run…of course I jumped at the chance to go with him and have a wander. Continue reading Oh I do like to be beside the sea, Milford on Sea – first published 11 May 2014

Tales from the photo archive part five – falling leaves

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So we come to the last of my series of tales from my photo archive. Autumn began damp and cloudy in Southampton and I seemed to spend a great deal of time looking for autumn colour that wasn’t there. There was plenty of other colour to occupy me though, even if some of it never made it into posts.  Continue reading Tales from the photo archive part five – falling leaves

Tales from the photo archive part three – spring

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It’s surprising how many photos I take when I’m walking and how many end up unused and deleted. Some really are rubbish. You’d be amazed how many shots of the ground or my fingers I take by accident, or how many are blurry, unrecognisable things. Most are deleted because they just don’t fit in a post though, sometimes with a little regret. Last time I gave you a peek at the best of the winter shots, mud, rain and storm Katie. Now I’m moving on to spring. Continue reading Tales from the photo archive part three – spring

Janesmoor Pond, fog, mud and Santas

11 December 2016

Lately life seems to have been nothing but one race after another. This morning we were up early yet again, heading for a race. This though, would be the last race of the year. In an epic piece of bad planning on the part of the people who plan races, there were actually three races going on this morning in different parts of Hampshire. Without a time machine though, we could only go to one and, as I’d been asked to be the keeper of the numbers for the CC6, we were off the Janesmoor Pond.  Continue reading Janesmoor Pond, fog, mud and Santas