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Today’s walk led by myself was an 11 miler stroll along mainly the North Downs Way from just outside Guildford. It would be a linear walk, finishing at Ash and therefore making good use of the public transport. I turned up at Reading station expecting to see a usual crowd of perhaps numbering around six to eight but there were only three. However, at the start point of walk, just outside Guildford station there was a total of fourteen of us, a couple who had happened to be on same train as me but hadn’t spotted whilst others had either caught different trains or driven.
It is hard to write these blogs and not give a brief mention to the weather so I make no apologies in highlighting the fact that we were greeted with the finest and probably warmest day of the year so far. It was certainly a far cry from the previous week’s walk which had been a wet and soggy affair. Today it was t-shirt weather from the off from me.
The walk was mainly flat with just a few ups and downs along the way with the exception of one steepish section not long after we left Guildford railway station. We did have a long stretch of perhaps a couple of miles to walk along that was mildly uninspiring except for a brief stop to look at the Guildford skyline beaming in the spring sunshine.
Before long we picked up the North Downs Way which would be our footpath for perhaps about fifty per cent of the walk. Within a mile or so, after walking through some sand, we had the opportunity to take in refreshments at The Tea Shop at The Watts Art Gallery. We arrived and were welcomed by the friendly staff who offered us a place to sit together outside. It was crazy to sit inside in such glorious weather as this. Anyway, one look at the tea menu and I decided to go and push the boat out and instead of going for the usual standard English Breakfast Tea that is very much my default, I took the plunge and went for the smoky option; the Lapsang Souchong. Before anyone asks, I did have to look online again for the menu to confirm what I had! Anyway, it was a great choice. Other people went for variety options (about a dozen varieties of tea to choose from no less!) and some plundered into cake.
Refreshments finished, we were off continuing along the North Downs Way circuiting the edge of Wanborough Common and having passed through a golf course we arrived at the picturesque village of Puttenham. Progress was steady, good chat was had by all including a debate on chocolate bars and which were our personal preference. Mine is a topic. I ate seven in one day once!
Leaving Puttenham behind, we sat down on some dry ground where ate our picnic lunches bathing in the beating sun. Oh how could anyone be doing anything other than enjoy our lovely countryside on a day such as this.
Eventfully we left the North Downs Way at another lovely village, this time Seale. Some road walking had to be undertaken here but worse was to come as we had to find a way of crossing the very busy A31. The footpath we were on had to be rerouted when this road was opened. This added a few hundred metres to our walk but there was designated spot for us to cross. With traffic travelling at national speed limit we certainly had to take great care in getting to the other side.
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Today’s walk led by myself was a nice fairly easy 7 (or thereabouts) mile stroll from Shiplake station. Seventeen of us gathered at the start including three potential new members to the group. The day coincided with the Reading half marathon but no one seemed to have been affected by that event.
I have made it known to one or two folk that when I reccy a walk in bright sunshine usually when I come to lead it, the weather is often indifferent. Thankfully, today was an exception to the rule and we were greeted with very fine, fairly warm sunshine.
I have led a few walks in the area previously but this one took a number of different paths to my previous ones. We left the start in good time heading past what I have nick named “Creosote Lane” as every time I have walked through here the fence smells of; well, you’ve guessed it. We had the main A4155 Reading to Henley road to cross which we successfully achieved before taking the footpaths towards May’s Green. It is very common in these parts to come across a herd of deer and today we were not disappointed. A group of several dozen sprinted underneath a barbed wire fence perhaps 10/15 metres in front of us. They made it through to the field to our left but almost immediately half dozen made a hasty retreat, perhaps startled at seeing us, back to where they came from. In a moment of group solidarity, the remaining few dozen deer followed, all going under the barbed wire except one courageous soul who leaped over the fence! I have to say it was a rather impressive sight and as the walk leader and being at the front probably not a privilege that too many in the group had the chance to witness.
We continued on, with the odd drinks break here and there, past a rather basic golf range and then turning to head through Hunts Green which took us through some woodland before it opened up. This was an ideal opportunity for us to sit down and relax and have a picnic lunch. It was time for one or two to lie back and soak in some of the lovely spring sunshine. For me, today was perfect walking weather. Not only that, but the soft ground underfoot made it particular comfortable.
Lunch done we made steady progress through Binfield Heath and the well which was familiar to those of us who were on Tim’s Sonning Common walk a year earlier (see blog entry “ A Dog, a Well and a walk from Sonning Common” from February 16th last year. We stopped here for a brief moment before heading on the footpaths that took us to Shiplake Farm and not long after, a refreshing drink at the pub. Wow. We found ourselves in bit of a sun trap and for me certainly it became t-shirt weather.
Before long it was time to make the last bit of the route which took us near the 13th century church in Shiplake where Lord Tennyson, most famously perhaps for being Poet Laureate during Queen Victoria’s reign, married. We reached the Thames Path before striding out the 1.5miles back to the start, just in time for the 3.10pm train.
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This week’s walk was led by Tim, his third time leading for us this year which is an impressive effort is bearing in mind spring has barely sprung. For this weeks walk we invited our sister group, the Berkshire Weekend Walkers along. It only seemed fair seeing as we had been invited along to their weekend extravaganza in Bath. It was therefore an excellent opportunity for both groups to mix over the duration of the weekend.
I got up slightly earlier than needed for the walk as sources close to me had reliable informed me that a steamer was coming through Reading Station at approximately half an hour before our train to Wokingham was due to depart. It was too good an opportunity to miss although I was the only one from our group to see it standing in the station as we met up slightly after it had departed.
Without further ado, more about the walk now. We congregated at the newly developed Wokingham station for a 10.45 get away. Twenty three of us were in attendance, the equation fairly evenly split between the two groups. We headed in a southerly direction along the main road which it has to be said was quite a task for a large group like us to cross. However, we managed it with any casualties. We went past Chapel Green and then to Gorrick Plantation at Bramshill Forest. It was here that we nearly lost the Membership Secretary (yep, that would be me then!) as I dropped my camera while trying to take a photo and consequently lost touch with the back of the group. No real panic done as the others hadn’t got too far ahead and I soon caught up.
Lunch was had at a rather pleasant spot called Heath Pond. From my long recollection of being in the group I can’t remember having been here before. It was certainly a good choice by the walk leader as I’m sure everyone whom was on the walk would testify too. For some reason perhaps best known to them, our walk leader and another long term member of the group decided to partake it some burpees. I can confirm that photographic evidence is available of this event and available upon request!
This excitement over, we carried on with rest of the walk. I would guess we had completed about half distance up to this point. We walked past Crowthorne station and then soon turned off and headed past the East Berkshire Golf course taking great care in case of flying golf balls heading in our direction.
The group was getting on well with the usual chat and banter as you would expect with us. A little know factoid came out at this point and that is that I’m a fan of owls and have been ever since I was a kid. Wow, I hear you gasp. The “How many species of owl can you name” discussion is not brought up nearly enough on our walks in my view. For those that were in on the conversation, I have done a little homework and can confirm that there are over two hundred species worldwide! I think we came up with four or five.
Having left the golf behind us, we progressed along the edge of the Heath Lake Nature Reserve and onwards past some greenhouses. In fact, a lot of greenhouses some of which were covered and others were not. The walk was coming to its conclusion but not before a member of the group mentioned that the nearby Ludgrove School was attended by Princes William and Harry back in the day. Well, I never knew that.
Soon, we arrived back in Wokingham and a quick debate was had amongst us to decide which the best hostelry to frequent was. Decision soon made, as usual I was one of the first at the bar and we enjoyed our drinks outside in the rather pleasant afternoon late winter sunshine.
Our excitement didn’t end there as those who caught the train were rewarded with a comedy tannoy announcer at Wokingham station while we waited for a return train home!
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Leading up to this walk I lost count on the number of weather forecasts that I had read nervously. A few days previously it seemed we were all set for an entirely wet walk but thankfully as the day arrived the forecast had improved somewhat and we were due to get some persistant light rain and perhaps be a little breezy. It wasn’t wrong, certainly not the wind as I will pick up again later. I must own up here that the pictures I have included are from when I did the reccy which I did the previous New Years Eve, when some of the others in the group were enjoying themselves on our week away to Northumberland.
The inspiration for this hike came from a couple of walks that I have done with a neighbouring walking group over the past couple of years; one that got me the idea of starting from the village of Sparsholt and the nother which took in the Ridgeway and the Uffington White Horse. It was a nice surprise that the walk leader from one of the those walks joined the other 17 of us that had congregated in the village. A splendid turn out for a walk that was quite some distance to get to.
The walk itself was fairly straightforward to navigate as there was not too much twists and turns, basically head towards the White Horse and then, er, head back again, a rectangular walk if you like. Leaving Sparsholt, we took to the footpaths before we reached Westcot. We soon stopped for our first drink stop at the field at North Park where we waited from one person to catch us up who required a bit more time getting ready at the start. It was quite fortunate as has it happens as we also had a late arrival who was able to join us.
We continued heading in a westerly direction, tackling a few awkward stiles and electric fences along the way. With the land being somewhat wet, not an ideal combination at the best of times but thankfully the fences were covered at the places we needed to clamber over. We continued through the village of Kingston Lyle, where the Blowing Stone, which according to legend was used by King Alfred to summon his Saxon troops against the Vikings at the nearby Battle of Ashdown, is situated. A bit more planning on my part and we could have included this on walk, sorry!
Anyway, we continued on with one eye on the darkening clouds ahead. To my dismay, the drizzle started before we ascended White Horse Hill. Stopping briefly to allow the group to catch their breath, we climbed about two thirds of the hill and stopped adjacent to the National Trust car park where a few of us took advantage of the picnic bench to eat our lunch while others sat or stood sheltering from the elements. The wind was increasingly become an issue for us to deal with. At this point most of the group had put on their over trousers, we all knew the weather was just not going to improve for the remainder of the walk and only get worse.
Lunch completed, I led the group closer to the White Horse. The views of this particular horse, the only one in Oxfordshire (although before the boundary changes in the 1970’s I believe, it would have been in Berkshire) are not fantastic due to the angle it is cut in to the ground. However, get on a plane and the view from the above would be quite impressive. We moved on quite quickly as the wind was picking up very strongly. So much so it was a real struggle to walk across and pick up the Ridgeway as we were heading straight into a mix of strong wind, rain and hail. I would go as far to say that it was among the more challenging weather conditions that we have had to contend with on one of our local walks in recent times.
Thankfully the conditions got a little easier as we headed back along the Ridgeway. However, a sensible option was taken by the group to leave the trail earlier than planned and head to more calmer conditions at a lower level. It meant we retraced our footsteps from Kingston Lyle onwards for the last mile or two but no one seemed to mind. The promised heavy rain did eventually arrive but not until we were in the warmth of the pub at the walks completion.
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Following from last week’s blog where I took the name of a well known popular song, I thought I’d carry along with the theme again today.
I was surprised how clear and sunny it was and not something that I was expecting so the headline for this blog is apt. A few of us who decided to arrive by train met up either at Reading or Twyford stations. For most of us Reading based, Wargrave is slightly awkward place to get to as although only two stops on the train, it does require a change at Twyford. Anyway, it was nice that a number of us took this option which also helps us to reduce our carbon footprint as well as provide an opportunity to catch up with one and other. Short train journey completed, we jumped out and met up with the others who had congregated at Wargrave station via other transportation methods.
We made the mile or so walk on hard surfaces through the centre of Wargrave and up a small incline to the east of the village. In passing my eagle eyes noticed an old Austin Allegro Police Car that probably dated back to the 1970’s parked up. Very odd and certainly not something I’d ever seen on a walk before.
It wasn’t long after we passed the outside of Wargrave Manor, a late 18th century country house now listed as a grade II listed property, that we greeted with lovely open fields. The Autumn colours were still out for us to enjoy as we tried to navigate our way through some rather muddy footpaths.
Today was slightly unusual for me in that I knew the route that we would be taking as I had helped assist today’s walk leader, Clare, with the reccy. Mind you, on one or two occasions I pointed out that I thought we had taken a wrong turning when infact we hadn’t! I should have paid more attention on the reccy.
Ninety minutes or so into the walk we took lunch overlooking the views towards Henley. Many of us at this point were walking in t-shirts although the rest meant we soon took to our fleeces and jackets again. The footpaths are generally well marked in this area and we were kept on well defined routes separated by fences by the horses that surrounded us. As you can see from the picture I took, a few horses decided to line one behind each other.
It wasn’t that long from our lunch stop that we arrived at the pub for liquid refreshment. I think Clare was trying to catch me out by going a slightly different route in reaching the pub from what we did on our reccy! However, it made sense as it meant we avoided a small road section. We arrived at the pub in good spirits, all nineteen of us. As per most of our walks, we kept out of peoples way and sat and chatted outside on rather damp chairs. It was a nice pint though. It was at this point that Tim decided to make a sudden unexpected announcement about a weekend away to Shropshire that he is planning. I for one am looking forward to it. Weekends away are part of the fabric of our group and long may they continue.
The return journey took us through much woodland – as did our outward journey- and again we were greeted with a lot of mud. I was on back mark duty today but from where I could see everyone seemed to avoid slipping and so we had no casualties. We arrived back in Wargrave too late for the 3.15pm train so while the others made there way back to their cars, a few of us took advantage of a second visit to a nearby hostelry.
Thanks to Clare who was leading her first walk with the group today. It was another day well spent in good company as always.
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Okay, technically it doesn’t and over the years I should count my blessings as I’m usually graced with good weather but I’m struggling to find a good original headline for these blogs.
Today’s walk started from Chieveley high street and can be considered a “wet one”. I’d been frantically checking the weather forecasts in the previous few days hoping that one of them would show us some improvement for the expectant weather but alas, that didn’t happen but having said that it could have been worse.
The walk started with persistant light rain gradually improving to light drizzle before soon only sporadic drizzle was being released until towards the end when it stopped raining all together. I can’t complain too much as when I did the reccy a few weeks earlier, a day after the warmest Halloween on record, I was walking in wall to wall sunshine.
On the way driving to the walk I predicated with the one fellow rambler who I had arranged to pick up en route that turn out today would be four. I was wrong. We had five! The group convened and soon made headway through the north of the village along hard surfaces. There was a muddy alternative option for a part of this first bit that would have taken us the other side of the houses in the village but considering the conditions I thought it slightly pointless. Before long, we made it out into the fields passing Down Farm and over the humming noise of the A34. Clambering over a slightly awkward stile which we would revisit later we headed northwards hugging near to the aforementioned “A” road, walking a part way up Old Street which is an ancient track that used to link Chieveley to Snelsmore East Common.
We soon had a decision to make. On my reccy the footpath that we were scheduled to take through Langely Wood was somewhat overgrown with brambles. Mainly due to the fact it was situated next to the A34 and probably not walked down all year. That was quite understandable considering there was a permissive footpath that we could take that was far easier to navigate. Decision made, the permissive footpath it was. We continued the walk through the woods and onto the roads which were partly flooded in places. A mile or so on we picked up the footpath that we take us to the northern most point of our ramble at Little Ridge Copse. By now the rain was easing off a little. Brief consideration was taken weather we should stop to have our sarnies under the shelter of the trees but as it was only just turned 12 o’clock I decided to move on. We turned right heading towards and past Banterwick Farm with the views opening out into rather lovely countryside.
A mile or two later we arrived at the village of Hampsted Norris. A village I don’t think I have ever visited in nearly seven years of the group. It was here near the Norman motte that we took cover – it was still drizzling somewhat – and quickly munched into our sandwich lunch. Once done without any hesitation we were off and made our return journey back past a few footpaths and other country lanes as well as Trumpletts Farm ,( a few farms on this walk!) and hamlet at Bothampstead.
The final mile or so, from where we joined Old Street earlier, was repeated but going in the opposite direction. The awkward stile was tackled more innovatively by a couple of people by rather going over it they decided to go through it! Soon we arrived back at our cars, took off our boots and over trousers and headed to the local hostelry for a well earned pint sitting inside next to a log fire. A splendid end to a fine days walk, despite the slightly inclement weather.
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Todays walk, led by Jean-Paul from our sister group, the Berkshire Weekend Walkers, was slightly different from our more typical countryside based walks in that we were visiting the site of the Olympic and Paralympic games that were hosted by London in 2012. For me, as someone who basked in the glory having successfully attaining many tickets for the events, it was a walk not too be missed; both to see how work was going on to redevelop the site as well as relive some fond memories.
The group met outside Stratford tube station for an 11am start. For many of us, it meant quite an early start as it was quite a trek to get from the heart of Berkshire to the east side of London. Stratford tube station is one of those which had more than one exit which was could cause some confusion. It did but no real alarms as we were only delayed by ten minutes before setting off. There were fourteen of us on today’s walk which was made up of four members from the Weekend Walkers, six from our group and a few other people from other local walking groups.
It was not long before we had the park itself. No queues, no search teams, we could amble in as we pleased. Immediately before us we could see the Olympic Stadium but the cranes inside tell-tale sign that work is being done to reduce capacity and to convert it to an arena to be the home of a local football team. We soon walked past the Orbit which was built as a lasting legacy of the Games and is a good viewing platform from which to see the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park in its entirety.
Progress on the walk was slower than usual as we took in closer look at not only the venues that remain (swimming pool, Copper Box, Velodrome and the stadium itself) but also some of the exhibits on display around the site, most notably the seven bus sculptures that have been installed on the site. These were part of Transport for London and London Transport Museum’s “Year of the Bus” celebrating the iconic London Routemaster. A number of these sculptures can be found elsewhere across London.
The walk continued with me often trying to provide running commentary of how the site looked like in 2012. It was difficult to imagine and both myself and Jean-Paul were struggling to identify where the hockey pitch used to reside. We reckoned it now resembles a large green patch of grassland now. I was also surprised to see the number of roads that have been added that was completely changed the dynamic of the site. A couple of times I called out “What’s that road doing there”.
Soon, we had left the site although we would be returning later. A short section that including crossing a busy road took us to Hackney Marshes, which is an area of grassland on the western bank of the River Lea.
The area is quite well known in the sporting world as the “home” of Sunday League football with apparently over 80 football pitches marked out. We found ourselves a quite spot and sat and had our sandwiches in some woodland. We did walk passed a couple of possibly students at two separate locations who were setting up some different coloured ballons on string and subsequently taking photos of them. I didn’t stop to think to ask what they were doing.
We strode on at more our regular pace compared to when we on the Olympic site. At one point, many people in the group took advantage of some local amenities that were conveniently located before we continued on a footpath that hugged the River Lea. It wasn’t long before we were making our return journey to the Olympic park, this time taking us past the Velodrome where the UK had such great success in the games. We stopped to take a closer look and saw that a few people where making use of the facility and cycling around the track. We didn’t go in so moved on, passing more bus sculptures en route. We were stopped in our tracks at one point as our planned route was blocked off due the redevelopment work. A quick discussion and we soon worked out an alternative plan and without much of a diversion we were off again. Not long after, we arrived at the walks conclusion.
. We said farewell to a few people while those that remained stayed for a drink at a rather congested pub in Stratford, which had an excellent view of the stadium. Drink done, the next plan was to head to Leicester Square where the planned late afternoon social was to begin. At this point, we said cheerio to a few more people and soon we down to just the five of us. We were fortunate to find a pub in which we were able to find seats although at £4.70 a pint not the cheapest. Discussions were had as to how we would feed ourselves and considering our location we headed to China Town for a Chinese and managed to get a table before peak time began. Once we had stuffed ourself on Chinese, we headed back to Paddington and find another, slightly cheaper, hostelry to entertain ourselves. Located just five minutes walk from Paddington train station, it was convenient for those that needed to get away. Again, our luck was in and we managed to find ourselves a table to sit round, albeit outside. With numbers dwindling further the final pint was had by just two of us so we supped these inside in the cosy warmth.
All in all it was a very enjoyable day. A slower paced walk than usual but fantastic opportunity to re-live some great memories of summer 2012. Thanks again to Jean Paul and the Berkshire Weekend Walkers for inviting us along.
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Following the success of similar weeks away in Ambleside, Pitlochry and Newtonmore in recent years, this autumn the Berkshire Walkers and a few extras from other groups spent a week in Keswick in the Lake District. Nine of us stayed at Greta Hall Coach House, with several others staying nearby at various campsites, B&Bs and the youth hostel.
The week’s walking began on Sunday with a leisurely stroll over Cat Bells to the teashop at Grange, returning to Keswick alongside Derwent Water. On Monday we had a more strenuous hike around the Coledale Horseshoe from Braithwaite, taking in Grisedale Pike and Hopegill Head in bright, warm sunshine in the morning before splitting up in the afternoon, with some going straight back down Coledale Beck, some continuing around the other half of the horseshoe and some nipping off to climb Grasmoor while the others rested.
Tuesday and Wednesday were easier days, and included a morning’s walk near Loweswater followed by a pub lunch, rowing on the lake at Keswick, a walk up Helm Crag and a visit to the famous gingerbread shop in Grasmere. Having had two days of rest (relatively speaking), we drove down to Seathwaite on Thursday to tackle Scafell Pike in slightly cooler – but still clear and sunny – weather.
We were incredibly fortunate with the weather for most of the week, but on Friday it took a turn for the worse with rain and strong winds. Luckily we managed to find plenty to do in Keswick, including a number of museums (not least the Pencil Museum), tea rooms and a rather wet round of crazy golf.
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We arrived in dribs and drabs at the campsite on our trip to Dorset, and pitched up our tents: Lee and Dan stayed in the Naughty Field; me and Alex stayed in the main field. The boys descended to the local pub, where I met them later on in the night, to test some of the local Six Penny beer (and continue to do so, later, in the camp-site bar).
Then, the next day, after parking in a near by village and a short walk, we went to the Great Dorset Steam fair. We wondered around on own but met up at various points at the beer tent. There was an arts and crafts tent, vintage cars, vintage bikes and motor bikes, steam engines, tents about the war and fair ground rides. As well as many pub tents, food tents and masses of trade stands and jumble sales. The main beer tent (where we met up for one drink) had the entertainment of live jazz music and a little boy making a tower out of beer cups. After the steam fair we drove on to a pub for the evening grub where we met Mike. The evening’s conversation was of club holidays, as well as many other things.
The next day we started the walk nice ‘n’ early from the campsite, where Mike joined us, as he’d stayed in Salisbury. The weather was perfect as the sun was shining but there was still a breeze to cool us down. We walked through farms, up dale and down valleys over Cranbourne Chase. We saw many great views, lots of wildlife including bird eggs, caterpillars, butterflies, dogs, rabbits and sheep; Dan and I also saw a skull and bones from a sheep. The walk was 14 miles so it took us through a good part of the day. At lunch time we leisurely stopped with a gorgeous view, and some managed to doze a little. We stopped off at another great pub with many good ales that we had never had before. After returning to the campsite, we packed up and went home. The holiday was a good opportunity to explore new territory and enjoy a social day out at the steam fair. There are more photos on my facebook page.
Jenny
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One of the nice things about our group aside from the lovely walks we go on every week and the odd splendid weekend (or longer) away is our healthy social programme. One such event we have done over the years is the horse racing either at Newbury or, as in today’s social, at Ascot.
Our turn up today may not have been the highest but all seven of us – six regulars from our group and a good friend from our sister group the Weekend Walkers – had a great time out.
Having planned the trip a couple of months in advance I hadn’t reckoned on the train to Ascot from Reading being rammed full of Rugby fans as well as fellow race goers. I was getting rather hot in my suit to say the least. Anyway, after a while we all met up having first taken a short walk around the concourse. Today’s event had the added bonus of doubling up as a Wine and Food festival so naturally we would be indulging a little later on, some more so than others (oh well, I was enjoying myself!). It is always tricky deciding how to place a bet, do you go for a outright win or try to minimise any potential losses by going each way. My system as a non risk taker was to go each way and it paid off as off the five racers I had four places and one winner although my winner was the favourite in a small field of four. I ended up with a small profit of £5.
The others in our group had mixed fortunes but the undoubted winner was Alex who had beginners luck on his side certainly as having never attended the races before he ended up with two out and out winners! Would you credit that! Not only did he win but they were reasonable odds as well living him with tidy winnings of around £50. Another person fortunate to get a win was Tim.
There was plenty to see aside the racing with some food demonstrations, stalls selling various food stuffs – I went for a lovely nut roast burger, without the bun while others preferred to keep to the more traditional affair of beef burger or hot dog. Various bottled ales and ciders were also being sold as well as various spices, nuts and oddly shaped chocolate , in the style of a ladies shoe as one example and, off course ,not forgetting the wine tasting. They seemed to giving out more generous portions as the day came to a conclusion, that I can remember.
Inevitably the days card came to a conclusion, with Clare finally be rewarding some money back on her each way bet in the final race. Perseverance and all that! A day at the races is well worth a visit if you have never been and I speak as not a really a racing fan but there is certainly an exhilarating feeling when the horses race past, especially if you have a small flutter at steak. I’m sure we will repeat the event in the not too distant future no doubt.
The day ended for most of us at a drinking establishment we know very well, The Wheelwright Arms in Hurst where we settled down to look back on the days events and grab something to eat.
Thanks to Jenny for the photos.
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