Hamble or bust

27 October 2017

Last week, a little dawdling and some getting lost on our walk through Spear Pond Gully meant we missed the chance to drop in on Commando at work. Today was his last training shift so I thought I’d walk down to Hamble and meet him while I still had the chance. In theory it should have been a nice easy walk, all downhill after the climb to get to the village but timing would be key. Arrive too early and there’d be a lot of waiting around, too late and I’d have a long, uphill walk home.  Continue reading Hamble or bust

Show me the way to go home

12 October 2017

We’d left to Road that thought it was a trail and were back on a real road again, with houses and even a sign for a railway station off to our left. One of the houses had an interesting gateway, a little like a lych gate. For a second I thought it might be the church where I was planning to stop and have a break. It wasn’t but the gate wasn’t so interesting I was about to take a photo when my phone rang. It was Commando, calling on his lunch break for a chat. If we’d walked a little quicker we could have made a detour and gone to see him. Once he’d gone I took my photograph of the gate. It was worth the wait, especially the sign that said Beware of the Gnomes. That really made me smile.  Continue reading Show me the way to go home

The lost walks, part one

As I finally cleared away the debris of my old blog I came across two walks from that last October weekend. Walks taken when I was blissfully unaware of what lay ahead. There were no words, I never got as far as writing about them, just photographs and hazy memories. My hand was paused over the delete button but, the more I looked at those photographs, the more I remembered of those lost walks. It seemed a terrible shame for them to stay lost so I am going to do my best to recreate them now. I can’t vouch for the accuracy of what follows, it was almost three years ago after all and sometimes I struggle to remember what happened last week. Still, with a little poetic licence, here goes. This is the first of the lost walks… Continue reading The lost walks, part one

Marvellous RR10 marshals

19 April 2017

Just when I was beginning to miss the excitement and mud of the Sunday CC6 races, the first of the RR10’s for this year came along. Last year these cross country races were very popular with the Itchen Spitfires and, as they are all evening races in some beautiful locations, I enjoyed going along, not least to get some lovely sunset photos. The first race this year was at Royal Victoria Country Park and, for the first time ever, it was organised by the Itchen Spitfires.  Continue reading Marvellous RR10 marshals

Back to the sea, sort of – first published 18 May 2014

After the 10k race at Victoria Country park in May 2014 and my wander around the military cemetery, it was tempting to walk back to the car with Commando and go straight home. It was warm and the sun was beating down on my head. That hadn’t been the plan though so he walked one way and I walked the other. He was headed for the car park while I was on my way to the sea, or what passes for sea around here. Continue reading Back to the sea, sort of – first published 18 May 2014

A little parkrun tourism

21 January 2017

We keep saying we’re going to be parkrun tourists more often but we never quite get round to it. Not that there’s anything wrong with Southampton Common of course, it’s one of the biggest and best parkruns in the country after all. It’s nice to have a change once in a while though and to see other parks, even if it does mean getting up extra early on a Saturday morning and possibly getting lost. Anyhow, this week we did go to a different park, although not an entirely unfamiliar one.

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What, more walking? Aircraft, woods and memories – first published 30 November 2013

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My last walk of November 2013 turned out to be slightly longer than originally anticipated. This was mostly down to Commando. Having heard about my recent, slightly panicked, wanderings in West Wood, he decided he’d show me the path to Hamble I hadn’t been able to find. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. Continue reading What, more walking? Aircraft, woods and memories – first published 30 November 2013

Out of a clear blue sky

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5 March 2016

On 5 March 1936 the prototype of  a new aeroplane, at the time known only by its registration number K5054, took its first flight from a small aerodrome in Eastleigh, on the outskirts of Southampton. The aerodrome later went on to become Southampton Airport, the plane was the first Spitfire. When Captain Joseph ‘Mutt’ Summers, chief test pilot for Vickers, taxied down the runway and opened the throttle for takeoff he made history. Neither Summers or innovative designer RJ Mitchell knew how important this pretty little plane would become. Continue reading Out of a clear blue sky

Big guns and pillboxes

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26 November 2015

This month a morning with no rain seems like a remarkable thing so, when it wasn’t tipping down this morning I figured I’d best get outside and make the most of it. A few days ago I’d been telling CJ about the Bofors gun on the shore at Hamble so I thought it might be fun to take him down there to see it. Maybe we could have a little wander on Hamble Common too if it wasn’t too muddy. Continue reading Big guns and pillboxes

Pears, picking litter and pony traps

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11 August 2015

Saturday was the day of the annual Big Beach Clean Up on Weston Shore. Of course, I was working so, much as I’d have liked to, I couldn’t be there. The Friends of Weston Shore do a fantastic job organising these events and keeping the shore clean although I always think it’s a shame they have to. If everyone took their rubbish home there’d be no need and these dedicated folks could spend their time enjoying the beach. Unfortunately, people just discarding litter wherever they like, even right next to a bin, seems to be a sign of the times. Continue reading Pears, picking litter and pony traps