“Mustn’t grumble.“

It’s a phrase that sort of kills the conversation. Grumbling may be the thing that I do best. There’s something very British about it, as we seem to have specialised in grumbling on a scale that is unheard of. There are of course legitimate reasons to grumble, loads of them , so plenty of fuel for the fire. But the grumblers seem to have the upper hand in almost everything, and some earn a living from it. I find it difficult to think of the opposite to a Grumbler, perhaps we can find a word for those people who are … Continue reading “Mustn’t grumble.“

So British to talk about the weather.

So perhaps we might give it a rest as our present weather seems to stay the same every day. Hours of unbroken sunshine every day has been the recent norm. Recent Norm sounds not unlike a nickname that you get on an early American TV Sitcom. He’d have had a catchphrase that would be adopted by the public, or at least that public that watched TV, which unlike these days was a large percentage. Remember “What do you think of it so far?” the answer: “Rubbish!”. A catch phrase that only people of a certain age would understand these days … Continue reading So British to talk about the weather.

It’s like a cruise without the water, (actually there was quite a lot of water).

They have several ‘houses’ around the country, like big country houses in superb locations. These are the ships. They fill them with people all of at least bus pass age, then bring in the crew. The usual chefs, managers and serving staff but additionally a volunteer crew who are charged with leading these ‘passengers’ on a variety of walks in the neighbourhood. We joined the ‘ship’ in North Yorkshire for a weekend of walking and talking. Trained it up there, all quite straightforward, then the taxi from the station in Skipton, a town known for the invention of the skip, … Continue reading It’s like a cruise without the water, (actually there was quite a lot of water).

Before the rain

Three superb days with my very good friend Richard. Me showing off Gloucestershire to him, and him being his usual easy company as we invaded the places I like with an almost permanent commentary. There are talkers and listeners in this world and I’m one, Richard the other. He has a bone dry wit that is used to good effect as punctuation in my ramblers rambling. First day a quick tour of Leckie Hill. If you’re an Archers fan then the name might be familiar. Round here it should be called Leckhampton Hill and from it I could show him … Continue reading Before the rain

The Arlingham Curve

I used to hate walking as a child. Going on a nice healthy walk seemed pointless when I could be running around playing with my friends or trying to get the light to work on my Sturmey Archer powered bike. The light on the front seemed as big as a cars headlight and was powered by a small generator on the back wheel. When it was on a small wheel clicked against the rim of the back wheel and turned to generate the power. This also acted like a brake, so getting any sort of light out of the floodlight … Continue reading The Arlingham Curve

Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

Recipe for a grand day out. Plan a trip to Somerset with a good friend Robin in his fancy car that has the very latest ‘Jane’ Sat Nav ( when I typed that at first it said satanic, perhaps that was an opinion ) Good weather, it arrived! Not too hot and not too cold. Terms of engagement all set out, make your own sandwiches and drink,meet at Priddy with other good friend Richard, who knows the route around Priddy and is always good for a wry comment. Looking at the map to get there is rather like a child’s … Continue reading Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

The easier walk is ard.

“And the harder walk is easier. The harder walk is like this, but it’s not really different from the easier walk, pause. But the easier walk is not as easy as the easier walk you all do , and the first part of the harder and the easier walk we all do together and there is a steep Ill like this, but the ground is a gravel path, not big stones. In the woods for the harder walk is wood and trees, under the feet there is stones and you should be careful. On the easier walk it is nothing, … Continue reading The easier walk is ard.

Montague Burton wouldn’t have had to deal with this sort of thing, but his suitcase wouldn’t have had wheels.

  Off to Italy for a walking holiday. How to get there. Flight from Heathrow, sounds good but it takes off at some ungodly hour in the early morning. This means spending the night in beautiful downtown Hounslow so tha t one can be early enough to be at the airport at 4.30 in the morning. That’s 4.30 in the morning. When all good people should be ticked up in bed rather than milling about in an airport lounge. Bus to Heathrow the day before was generally uneventful apart from the temperature of the bus, one minute Baltic, the next … Continue reading Montague Burton wouldn’t have had to deal with this sort of thing, but his suitcase wouldn’t have had wheels.

“Anyone wanting to be Prime Minister should be automatically discounted”

The joys of walking are many and various, walking with a chum is recommended, though walking alone can sometimes have it’s moments too. Today I set out early with my chum Robin. We were expecting hot weather so the early start was a must, and it was perfect. A walk in Paradise, as it really is called, just outside Painswick. Cotswold landscape at its very best. There used to be a bus stop there but it seems to have been dispensed with. Take a look here for a previous visit:  Jesus drives a Porsche in Paradise. Walking and talking we … Continue reading “Anyone wanting to be Prime Minister should be automatically discounted”

Cheddar, a tasty day out.

I go walking with a good old friend of mine, and one of our favourite meeting places is in the Mendips near to the Cheddar Gorge, and yesterday we were confident of a fine day and some good walking. A reprise of a previous walk down the Cheddar gorge and unfortunately up the other side. Blubells much in evidence for the first part of the walk from Chaterhouse on the top of the hills. It seemed to us strange that these creatures of the woods were still there at this time of year and in the open rather than in … Continue reading Cheddar, a tasty day out.

Who’s lost their marbles?

Well it’s the Greeks if you must know and they did n’t lose them, we nicked them. High time we gave them back. That aside and it’s a big aside and much more important than my ” What I did on my holidays” essay that follows, the Greeks were in my experience, the friendliest people I’ve met for a long time. We’d gone to Spetses, and make no mistake about it it’s a long way from here in the UK. At least it is for us British who don’t travel well.(Don’t mention Brexit. Don’t you think that it sounds like … Continue reading Who’s lost their marbles?