A Constant Ramble - Walking The Chiltern Way
W11: Northend to Bledlow Ridge
The more I ramble, the more my mind tries to understand and accept the paths that our lives lead us on, the thoughts they inspire and the people they touch.
W11: Northend to Bledlow Ridge
The more I ramble, the more my mind tries to understand and accept the paths that our lives lead us on, the thoughts they inspire and the people they touch.
Walk 10: Ewelme to Northend
I marvel that the paths I tread have been created by many feet over many centuries: paths are an imprinted record of the presence of life passing through time.
Walk 10: Ewelme to Northend
I marvel that the paths I tread have been created by many feet over many centuries: paths are an imprinted record of the presence of life passing through time.
Walk 9: Maidensgrove Common to Ewelme
"We are collectively responsible for shaping the landscape we occupy and in turn the landscape shapes us whether we are aware of it or not." - John Davies, British Photographer.
Walk 9: Maidensgrove Common to Ewelme
"We are collectively responsible for shaping the landscape we occupy and in turn the landscape shapes us whether we are aware of it or not." - John Davies, British Photographer.
Walk 8: Skirmett to Maidensgrove Common
I was in the Chiltern Hills version of Hollywood, and with house prices in the village five times that of the national average, you’d have to be a movie star to live here.
Walk 8: Skirmett to Maidensgrove Common
I was in the Chiltern Hills version of Hollywood, and with house prices in the village five times that of the national average, you’d have to be a movie star to live here.
Walk 7: Bovingdon Green to Skirmett
POP! P-POP!! My daydream was suddenly punctuated by gunfire. POP! I looked up, nothing. POP! P-P-POP, POP! I was more than a little startled.
Walk 7: Bovingdon Green to Skirmett
POP! P-POP!! My daydream was suddenly punctuated by gunfire. POP! I looked up, nothing. POP! P-P-POP, POP! I was more than a little startled.
Walk 6: Sheepridge to Bovingdon Green
The echoing cry of a low-flying red kite breaks the silence of the icy breeze. I look skywards towards the clear blue dawn as the bird glides out of sight.
Walk 6: Sheepridge to Bovingdon Green
The echoing cry of a low-flying red kite breaks the silence of the icy breeze. I look skywards towards the clear blue dawn as the bird glides out of sight.