and occasionally rides a bike.
A word of warning. The walk descriptions are not detailed enough to guide you - please take a map. The batteries never run out, and you always have a signal. Oh, And don't take left or right as gospel!

Showing posts with label Old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Old, Mawsley

Monday 09 January 2017, 10 am.  With Maureen. Grey, drizzly - what a contrast to last Thursday!

An unpromising look to the weather, with drizzle and showers forecast, followed by heavier rain.
Warm though, and not a lot of wind. 
The pub and church clearly have a close relationship in Old.


This rural/agricultural area gets very muddy after a spell of wet weather, and the main downside was mud.  Yes, we've tackled worse, but when combined with grey skies and drizzle blurred views, it's not a lot of fun. When the rain showed no sign of stopping, we cut the walk short, and turned left along Mill Road, which took us back to Old. 


The church porch offered a space for us to have a hot drink and a scone, and a couple with the keys showed us the interior - including the kneelers embroidered as a millennium project, most of which include a letter hidden inside, telling the story of why each person chose their particular design, often in memory of a family member or friend.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Mawsley, Old, Walgrave, Mawsley


Thu, 2013 Mar 21 9:30 AM Western European Time 
Led by Barry, with me, Gordon and Eddie. Very cold wind, but fine and some sun. Muddy underfoot. Plenty of benches in Walgrave for a snack break.  8 miles.

We started from Mawsley Village, turned right and walked for a short distance along the road, before taking a footpath to the left through the mud of Old Poor's Gorse.  We tackled two muddy fields, and arrived at a grassy track, which we followed southwest as far as the village of Old.
Arriving in Old
though the sign says "Wold"

and the pub's for sale
We walked through the village,  and turned left at the pub, then right along Bridle Road. The footpath goes off to the left, over a stile, or through a gate - see below.
"You shall climb the stile" Barry is forced to follow the keep-fit regime.

A sight too common - but the boots held up
a walk of many signs . . .
. . . and the odd portent

We shall Die all
Hours fly. Flowers die.
New days. Old ways. Pass by.
Love stays.

They have plenty of grass and hay, but take some convincing that we do not come bearing gifts.

(More later)
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Thursday, April 5, 2012

Old, Mawsley Village, back of Lamport, Scaldwell, Old

Led by Barry, with Gordon and me.  About 8 miles - dry, cloudy this morning, and sticky mud in some of the fields. A sharpish wind too.

grove and mound near Lamport Hall


Scaldwell church






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