Category: 2019 Walk

Another matchless day:  fast walking through fields of hops and vines towards Tunbridge; the only hazards are long slow hills that seem never to stop but gently wind towards the unforgiving sky. All we can do is plod one foot at a time and  gently curse as we go. I have been right round the …

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Off to another early walk with Cromwell’s prayer:“Please God  this day remember me even if I forget thee,”a prayer I have to say rather often these days! The B-Word Momentum is doing all its can to create vast civil unrest for it assesses that the more the chaos, the higher the chances of a Corbyn …

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A beautiful walk to Sissinghurst and miles through Hemsted Wood, where,  dappled and mysterious, you would expect to see Robin Hood fighting with the Sheriff of Nottingham at any time. Then, last, ”Rogers wood” where the missing apostrophe jars with me. Scots Free? I hear that Ruth Davison has resigned from the leadership of the …

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Low humidity and clear skies: one of those peerless days when you are conscious that it is great to be alive. Feeling Alive The late Jim Slater once said that if you are over seventy and you wake up without hurting somewhere, it means you are dead! That said, resolutely walking through aches and pains …

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A great send off outside Canterbury Cathedral with our friend Allanah playing us off on her trumpet. Then chaos as teething problems with the new handheld GPS meant that we set off four miles in the wrong direction. Boom! Who is the guilty party, who’s to blame? We crawled back to the centre and started …

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“No Deal” Zimbabwe We start from Canterbury Cathedral. Present are my wife, Jane, my eldest daughter, Revd Clare Hayns (chaplain of Christ Church, Oxford), Alannah Jeune, a PhD student from New Zealand, and the Revd Jonathan Aitken and some of his family. Alannah is an accomplished trumpet player and gives a fine voluntary to see …

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