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    Wednesday Wanders: A light-hearted Account of Weekly Adventures along the Footpaths of Southeast England
    Wednesday Wanders: A light-hearted Account of Weekly Adventures along the Footpaths of Southeast England
    Wednesday Wanders: A light-hearted Account of Weekly Adventures along the Footpaths of Southeast England
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    Wednesday Wanders: A light-hearted Account of Weekly Adventures along the Footpaths of Southeast England

    By Mark Bowden

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    Wednesday Wanders is a book about walking; not a guidebook with detailed route descriptions and maps, but the journal of a walker looking to broaden his horizons by seeing what could be achieved with an early start and still be home for tea (or supper more often). Weekly adventures setting out from northwest London to explore some of the long-distance footpaths of southeast England.
    Written in a light-hearted, humorous, but sometimes thoughtful style, it's a journal of determination and achievement sitting alongside not a little folly, with some inept navigation and unrealistic plans. More importantly, it's about what happened along the way, the fascination of places visited, the people met, the animals encountered, and perhaps most significantly, discovering the unexpected beauty and varied countryside in this corner of the country.
    Each chapter covers one of the seven routes attempted. Starting with the London LOOP, although this was the last walk completed. Chapter two returns to the beginning with a naïve walker setting out on the first stage of the North Downs Way from Farnham to Guildford on a wet and travel-disrupted day in early November. That chapter finishes five months later, on a bright but windy spring day, along the cliff tops into Dover. Proving that you can indeed complete a long-distance path in day trips.
    Five more routes are covered: the Ridgeway, Icknield Way Path, the Chiltern Way, Greensand Way, and the Hertfordshire Way. Some walks were interrupted by the COVID-19 pandemic or the onset of winter when the days were too short to complete their further reaches, but all were eventually finished. A thousand miles of walking recalled in a diary entry format. Each outing is dated, and the location and mileage given.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGrosvenor House Publishing
    Release dateFeb 22, 2024
    ISBN9781803817477
    Wednesday Wanders: A light-hearted Account of Weekly Adventures along the Footpaths of Southeast England
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    Mark Bowden

    Mark Bowden is the bestselling author of Killing Pablo (Atlantic 2002), Finders Keepers (Atlantic 2003), Guests of the Ayatollah (Atlantic 2006) and Black Hawk Down, which was made into a successful film by Ridley Scott. Guests of the Ayatollah is his latest book. He is a national correspondent for the Atlantic Monthly.

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      Wednesday Wanders - Mark Bowden

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      Contents

      Introduction

      Chapter 1 The London LOOP

      Chapter 2 The North Downs Way

      Chapter 3 The Ridgeway Path

      Chapter 4 The Icknield Way Path

      Chapter 5 The Chiltern Way

      Chapter 6 The Greensand Way

      Chapter 7 The Hertfordshire Way

      Copyright

      Introduction

      The relentless headwind is trying its best, but has failed yet again to prevent me from reaching the top of an impossibly steep climb. This is the third or fourth; I’ve lost count. Suddenly, that same wind has turned ally, acting as a brake to the equally steep descent. This clifftop path is diverted inland for a few hundred yards in a few places where the eroded chalk is considered too unstable. To my left is the ever-present traffic noise from the A20 trunk road making its way to Dover, as am I. There is some reprieve from the noise and the elements when the trail runs through short corridors of gorse bush. But lingering in the bushes seems unwise, so the peace and tranquillity last only a few seconds.

      I was on the final few miles of the North Downs Way, the first of my weekly long-distance-path adventures. I had set out on the first stage on a wet Wednesday in November, armed with an Ordnance Survey (OS) map and a naïve belief that waymarkers alone would suffice. This final section was completed the following April, a week before Easter. I’d learned a lot, was fitter, and, hopefully, a little wiser.

      This book contains an account of that first long-distance path, plus the six others that followed. Taken from the write-ups I’d produced for a few loyal Facebook friends, they tell of success and folly, people met, and places visited. There are a few repetitive themes: early morning trains, coffee and cake, navigational follies, steep hills, muddy footpaths, and Antarctic explorers. But I have also tried to convey something of the beautiful vistas and the joy of walking a thousand miles on some of south-east England’s finest long-distance trails.

      Chapter One

      The London LOOP

      The London Outer Orbital Path, or London LOOP, was not my first long-distance path. It was the latest. The semi-urban route might lack the remote countryside and magnificent views encountered on the preceding walks, but it was full of interest and many surprises as the path threads around the borderland of Greater London and the Home Counties. And I felt it would make a fitting start to this account of my adventures.

      Yet I was reluctant to do the walk. During my 44 years as a service engineer, I visited most parts of south-east England. The majority of my calls, though, were in and around the capital, and I was anxious to explore further afield in retirement. The need for a project over the wintertime and reading some good reviews won me over. The LOOP starts on the south bank of the Thames Estuary and makes its way clockwise for 150 miles around London. There is some road walking but also an abundance of parkland, riverside paths, and open countryside. A cleverly conceived and highly enjoyable walk.

      Erith to Petts Wood: 6 October 2022 (16 miles)

      Stepping out from the rather grand railway station, you can understand why Erith, perched on the south bank of the Thames Estuary, once had ambitions as a resort. It’s hard to believe we’re still in London, and although it might be my imagination, there’s a hint of sea breeze in the air. I know Erith has a riverside garden and pier, which I’m yet to see, but first, it’s coffee. The town centre is almost deserted at 8.00 am, with most shops still firmly shuttered. The only activity is the stall traders unloading produce from delivery vans. Thankfully, I can still find somewhere for coffee and a bun to launch my new adventure.

      The first LOOP sign I find is in the Riverside Gardens. It’s wonky, but points in generally the right direction, and without an official start point, it will suffice. Now for a reality check. I soon discover that it’s not deckchairs and amusement arcades that drive this town but the surrounding and encroaching industry. Much of it seems to be metal recycling. It will take four miles to shake off its noisy presence.

      Skirting around Morrison’s car park, then an uncomfortable mile along a narrow pavement, with the noise and fumes of a constant stream of lorries serving the numerous trading estates. I’m relieved when the road runs out, and I’m on the path leading across Crayford Marshes and onto Crayford Ness. It’s here that the Darent flows into the Thames. The corner where the rivers meet has a wild look: one small bush bravely standing alone among an expanse of tussocky grass. On a windy day, it would not be a place to linger. The brutal crash of metal on metal from the recycling plants still rings loudly across the scene. Turning away from the estuary, the route follows the Darent and then the River Cray to Bexley. But it’s not without negotiating busy road junctions and crossing several railway bridges. One is left in no doubt suburbia is close at hand.

      After leaving Bexley, things feel much more rural as the route enters Foots Cray Meadows with its generous tract of Green Belt running either side of the Cray. Reaching the town of Foots Cray and having walked 11 miles, it’s time for lunch. I’m a bit weary and almost settle for a bench beside the busy traffic lights. Rejecting that thirty seconds after sitting down, I manage a few more hundred yards to a small park behind the allotments. Wishing I’d stopped earlier, by the river. The afternoon’s highlights are undoubtedly Scadbury Park Nature Reserve and Petts Wood. Noise from road and rail links seldom disappears entirely, but at least we’ve left the scrapyards behind.

      The expansive Petts Wood contains a hidden gem close to my heart. Leaving the main path, I fight through the undergrowth like Speck and Burton searching for the source of the Nile (or so I pretended). And suddenly, a clearing appeared and, with it, the object of my search. An obelisk, about five-feet high, with a sundial on one side and an intriguing inscription on the other, ‘This wood was purchased by public subscription as a tribute to WILLIAM WILLETT, the untiring advocate of Summer Time.’ In the early 20th century, he harangued the government to introduce daylight saving (now BST). A young Winston Churchill took up the cause, but it would take World War One to make it law, and we have not looked back (or is it forward?) since. There is a pub in Petts Wood named ‘The Daylight Inn’ in Willett’s honour.

      This will be a somewhat different challenge from my recent, remoter ventures – for example, meeting people. A friendly lot, they seem too, which is nice. But whatever happens, I’ve started, so I’ll finish.

      Petts Wood to South Croydon: 26 October 2022 (13 miles)

      Following an enforced three-week Covid break, it was good to get back on the trail today. However, my first steps are tentative as I contemplate the fine line between adventure and folly. A line I have occasionally crossed but must avoid today. The refrain to ‘Just be sensible and stop when you’re tired’ is still ringing in my ears.

      There’s so much glorious countryside on today’s walk that it’s hard to believe we are still in Greater London, Bromley, to be more precise. Much of it was once in Kent, and one could understand any fellow feeling with those who mourn the loss of Middlesex.

      Although the day was not without its busy roads and housing estates, there were also several miles of woodland paths and expansive green parkland. Much of the latter once formed the large estates of the wealthy, perhaps wanting to establish their presence near, but not too near, the capital. One is High Elms Country Park, now a council-owned nature reserve. The Italian-style mansion burnt down long ago. An Eton Fives court is one structure that has survived for over 170 years and is virtually unscathed. A bizarrely shaped three-sided concrete playing area, not unlike a squash court but with the addition of hazards such as a buttress encroaching on the playing area. Invented by a school famous for producing prime ministers. It has a lot to answer for.

      Keeping with the political theme, it’s only a short distance until we meet another country estate, Holwood. Climbing a path to a hilltop where to the right, and fenced off to the general public, is a stone bench. To the left and slightly downhill is a forlorn tree that has all but been destroyed by lightning, just one broken branch pointing skywards. And the significance of both the bench and the tree? It’s the spot where Wilberforce and Pitt the Younger first discussed the abolition of slavery. Three walkers have stopped to read the inscription and we talk for a few minutes. ‘Where are you heading?’ they ask. I tell them I hope to get to Banstead but having been unwell for a couple of weeks, I may finish sooner. I don’t share the nature of my illness. They walk on, but I linger for a few more minutes to appreciate the spot and drink some water.

      A third and tenuous political link is found shortly after descending what we might call Wilberforce Hill (although it’s not). And that link is Caesar’s Well. It’s the source of the River Ravensbourne on its epic 11 mile journey to meet the Thames at Deptford. An attractive circular, brick construction pools and channels the emerging spring to a series of three large ponds whose output becomes the river. As I follow the path around the first pond, or lake really, I see my trio of new friends sitting at a picnic table at the top of an embankment. They wave enthusiastically, which is nice.

      Like many open spaces around outer London, Wickham Common is owned and maintained by The City of London Corporation. Invariably characterised by imposingly large black notice boards, on the back of which are written so many by-laws that it must surely be the reason the boards are so big. Number 12 catches my eye and includes the following prohibitions: ‘no placing clothes or other things on the trees’ and ‘no shaking, beating or brushing carpets or mats’. I feel like bringing a mat to shake in defiance.

      A lovely walk through Threehalfpenny Wood brought me to Addington Hill and a stiff climb to the concrete viewing point. From here are great views towards Croydon and much of south London. This includes the Crystal Palace television transmitter, which I’m particularly excited about.

      As it was a being-sensible day, when I got to the bottom of the hill, I caught a tram from Coombe Lane station into Croydon (and thence a train home). Work often took me to the town, and it might be interesting to see it again. To some, Croydonisation may be a pejorative term, but it’s not so bad a place.

      South Croydon to South Coulsdon: 1 November 2022 (12 miles)

      Today’s section of the LOOP looked promising, with its woodland paths and green spaces twisting around suburbia like a cunning snake. Happy Valley and Farthing Downs sounded especially spectacular. But it didn’t quite work out as planned.

      The train to Croydon and the tram to the start went ok, as did the first couple of miles through parkland and a nature reserve. A relatively dull and chilly day, but, as yet, no rain.

      Then I got to Selsdon Wood. A steep climb through this ancient woodland during which I got lost, it started to rain (just as I had the map spread on the ground), and the irregular heartbeat that has plagued me for several years made an unwelcome appearance. And finally, on a narrow and uneven descent, I slipped on an exposed tree root and began sliding downhill feet first. Grabbing a nearby sapling, I just about managed to arrest my fall. Sitting for a minute for some existential pondering before taking a quick selfie to check for damage and, back up on my feet, carefully I carried on.

      Now on firmer ground and with a brief show of sunshine, life seemed much better. My heart wasn’t right but should cope as long as there were no more hills. Of course, there were. But for now, the pleasant and gentle path descending into Hamsey Green was trouble-free.

      I had meant to buy something for lunch when I got to Croydon but forgot and tried to find

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