We were so lucky for this walk. It was a sunny day with blue skies. It was even more appreciated because it was sandwiched between never ending rainy and miserable days. Eleven Polyramblers turned up for the walk (including me, the leader).
I warned people that there were no toilets at the outdoor café where we were stopping for lunch. But this was made up by at least eight open toilet buildings along the way. We did not visit them all. Enough about toilets!
On a bright, mild and dry day 18 Poly Ramblers set off on what purported to be a seven (later calculated to be eight) mile walk in the woodlands of Hertfordshire. We quickly reached Brickendon, one of the most haunted places in Hertfordshire, where we briefly visited the Holy Cross chapel built in 1932 in Tudor style with a fine wooden beamed interior.
In spite of the best efforts of the Metropolitan Line signalling system, 13 walkers finally assembled at Chesham station on a sunny but cold Saturday morning in January. By the time the train arrived we were nearly an hour late so we set off at pace to warm up and make sure we could complete the circuit of the town before dark. A number of valleys converge on Chesham and any walk in the vicinity involves a lot of up and down. Continue reading CHESHAM CIRCULAR – 10 JANUARY 2026→
Sixteen members, including a famous author and members of the victorious Alas Alsace! quiz team, braved a very cold sunny day to complete a circular walk in the wilds of Kent.
We headed off from Sole Street station through pastures to the outskirts of Henley Wood where the leader had to overcome the disappearance of the footpath under the previous days sprinkling of snow before reaching Luddesdown Court and on through the large vineyards that are now becoming a common feature of the Kent landscape.
Passing through Cobhambury Wood we continued to the village of Cobham and the welcoming Ship Inn for our lunch stop. Rested, we headed off to Henley Street with seasonal views of rolling hills covered in snow. On reaching Henley Street we proceeded to the 350 year old Cock Inn for some warming mulled wine before heading back across fields to Sole Street in time for the train home.
