This was the most recent walk I’ve led for Brunel Walking Group. It may even be the last one I lead for 2018. I reckon I’ve now done six or seven this year.
For me personally, this was a return to the coastal side of northern Exmoor that I’d not seen for a couple of years. I didn’t fancy driving down and having to fare the expense of fuel alone. So, I decided to take the group and without having recently pre-walked the route!
One week earlier, the south-west of England had suffered its heaviest dosage of snowfall for a good number of years (dubbed: ‘The Beast from the East’). Portions of the M5 motorway were, closed as many counties slowed to a standstill.
Worst of all, this walk was cancelled and immediately postponed for seven-days. But when the time came, the weather was greatly improved.
This was it. Our final walk along the ninety-mile long White Horse Trail. A very few of us were ready to complete the challenge, while others were in attendance for what was likely to be a very good walk.
I even found myself driving to the start point on top of Bratton Camp… SatNav didn’t get us close enough and it was only thanks to Andrey’s phone that we arrived where we were meant to be.
Almost one year before this walk, I embarked (solo) on my first ever adventure in the Malvern Hills of Worcestershire. On that day of sixteen-miles, I conquered all of the peaks in the southern half of the hill range.
But it wasn’t until this walk (led by Jenny of Brunel 20s and 30s) that I would finally climb Worcestershire Beacon; the highest point along this ridge.
Effectively, this was the penultimate walk for Jo and Brunel Walking Group in the White Horse Trail series. Personally, I still had one to catch up on [Walk #4 – coming soon] but we’d all come a long way, however many of the full ninety-miles we’d covered.
This walk would, unfortunately, receive one of the lowest turnouts of all seven – possibly because of a conflict with other people’s plans but, maybe, just maybe… Some had endured enough with the horseflies blighting the previous walk.
I will rarely go more than a couple of months without heading south for a walk on the Quantock Hills. In several ways, I prefer walking there to the thought of exploring the Mendip Hills on my doorstep. Depending on where I start the walk from, the drive can take less than one hour.
This walk was led by another member of Brunel 20s and 30s and, nearing three months later, I am surprised that I’ve not been back since. But then, I’ve also been quite busy with walking and camping in other places.
Here we are, preparing to say goodbye to August and I’ve just arrived in the month that was June, with my writing! I’m also leapfrogging ahead ten-days from the start of the month in order to carry on with the good stuff.
So, back in December, I’d effectively pre-walked this route up in Worcestershire, ready to take the group on a tour of Bredon Hill at a later date. With people in their cars and, later, having arrived at the start point; we were ready to go.