After meeting at King George V DLR station, we walked to Woolwich Ferry North Terminal for our (free) cruise across the Thames.  It was over too soon; we disembarked and continued along the river to Woolwich Arsenal which has been nicely renovated.  We passed Woolwich Market and the former imposing home of the Woolwich Equitable Building Society before our first climb to reach Plumstead Common.  After the wingless windmill situated above the Old Mill Public House, we continued on Winn’s Common which we crossed. We went down the valley and up the other side to Bostall Woods where we had our picnic in a clearing on tables and benches conveniently placed there. Continue reading MID-WEEK WALK: PART THREE OF THE GREEN LONDON WAY – 5 OCTOBER →

I walked up to the station and when the train arrived before 11:00, 11 Poly Ramblers alighted, making up a party of 12. There had been a considerable amount of rainfall during the previous week. I thus advised the party of a Claggy field and a Squelchy track, during the final third of the ramble. Setting off beside Tesco’s car park and some residential roads, we continued along a straight tarmacked track, tree lined to the left and grassy on the right, leading off to several other residential areas until we reached an open area with a Motte and Bailey at one end. This led us to Dewpond Road and the Dew Pond itself featuring some aquatic birds.  A left turn and right fork from here led us onto Church Road, being a narrow lane, where we passed the side of the Manor behind trees, and then the Parish Church.  A little further down the lane we reached the main entrance gates to Flitwick Manor, where to one side of its driveway were carpeted in a bright white of snowdrops, Time here for some photoshoots! Continue reading FLITWICK RAMBLE – SATURDAY 10 FEBRUARY →

Sixteen Polyagents reported for duty at Sandy station. After briefing we set off, up through woods and then along the Greensand Ridge Walk in the valley, northwards on a Roman road with a field of barley waving in the breeze on our left and hawthorn hedge on our right. First stop Gibraltar Barn, formerly part of Gibraltar Farm which was turned into a secret airfield for the RAF during WWII. As we were approaching on a rough but wide farm track, a few cars came towards us and some of the occupants waved at us as they went by. I didn’t inspect them closely which is a shame because the next day, when I returned to the memorial weekend event, I discovered from a French participant that the convoy of cars contained members of the Tempsford Veterans and Relatives Association and colleagues who had been at the Barn holding a memorial service and laying a plaque in French which we observed afterwards without realising how recent it was, honouring the people involved in the Resistance in occupied France. The Barn contains wreaths of poppies, photos and newspaper cuttings, letters and certificates referring to various pilots and Special Operations Executive (SOE) agents who flew from the airfield between 1942 and 1945 to work behind enemy lines. There were plaques in English and Polish (and other languages, including the plaque in French so recently laid there) honouring the men and women involved in the secret operations based at Tempsford and destined not only for France but as far afield as Norway, Denmark, the Netherlands and Poland. Some sources say that the Barn is where the agents were handed their kit before boarding the small planes, Lysanders and Halifaxes, which would take them to their mission on the continent. The historian Mark Seaman giving one of the talks on the Sunday stressed that the people who flew out of Tempsford were agents, whose mission was to send information back to base, liaise with the local resistance, to sabotage and disrupt life for the enemy, not ‘spies’ such as the SIS (Secret Intelligence Service aka MI6) operatives, working out of Godmanchester, who have gained more notoriety and were the object of Roger Leivers’ talk we listened to on the Saturday. As a lot of the relevant information is still classified and evidence needed to be destroyed as soon as possible to minimise the chances of it falling into enemy hands, it is often difficult for historians to research details of the agents’ activities. Continue reading SANDY TO TEMPSFORD – 1ST JULY 2023 →

It was a dry somewhat dull day with a fresh breeze when twelve Polyramblers gathered at Hadley Wood station for a walk to Brookmans Park in Hertfordshire.  After the usual safety briefing, we set out across wet fields crossing over two busy roads taking traffic out of London to the M25.  After walking under the M25, we started to leave behind the constant drone of traffic and the landscape became more peaceful and countryfied.  It also became more wooded as we entered into Northaw wood, part of an ancient wood stretching back to Norman times.  From here it was a short walk into the village of Northaw where we stopped for lunch.  Most of the party decided to have lunch at a pub and restaurant called Judges.  I had been a little unsure of Judges as a suitable venue for a group of walkers with muddy boots because it was more of a gastropub serving proper sit down meals restaurant style, rather than the pub grub we are normally used to.  And of course the prices were more than we usually like to pay.  But I need not have feared as everyone enjoyed their food, which was good and tasty, and the service was efficient and friendly.  We were unable to use the pub just down the road as I had originally intended as it had closed over the Christmas period, but we were lucky there was a second pub alternative, even if it was a gastro pub and things worked out just fine.  

Refreshed and full, we joined those who had had packed lunches in the bar, reunited ourselves with our boots and set out on the rest of the walk.  There was still no sign of the sun but at least the weather was remaining dry, something to be grateful for after all the recent rain.  Our route took us along the main road out of the village until, on a bend in the road, we reached a footpath sign for the Hertfordshire Way.  We took this path, glad to get off the main road.  It took us into another wood with a fast running stream running alongside our footpath.  Eventually after crossing over another main road, and walking along a lane, we reached a famous local landmark, the Folly Arch, so called because its function was a gateway and not a castle which it gives the appearance of being.  It marks the entrance to the former extensive grounds of the Gobions Estate house and ornamental gardens built in the eighteenth century.  These have long since disappeared with the arch and lake in Gobions Woods all that remains.  From here we had our first encounter with serious mud as our footpath took us across a ploughed field into Gobions woods.  By the time we came out of the wood and into Brookmans Park our boots were caked.  This did not stop some of us from stepping into a lively pub for hot drinks and beers before going to get the train to take us back to London.  

Mary King
Walk Leader

Photos by Mary, Melida, Nita and Chris

A walk followed by a carol service was a regular entry in the pre-Xmas Club programme from 2004, when Dominique arranged a trip to Ely. The last was in 2019. just before the pandemic. It was a popular event so it was reinstated for 2023. St Albans was the venue for the third time, the first one in 2010 being particularly memorable for the amount of snow that fell on the day.

Thus, twenty two members assembled at the Abbey Station for a figure of eight circuit around the city. We first followed the River Ver, a chalk stream, reputedly only one of about 200 on the planet. Enroute, we stopped at the remains of an old nunnery before crossing over to the north bank via a disused railway bridge. Here we visited a wildlife nature reserve, once a commercial watercress beds and a market garden. Threading our way through quaint streets, past a decorated post box, we reached the midpoint of our walk by the cathedral. We then crossed Verulanium Park to a nondescript building which housed a very impressive Roman mosaic. Returning via the village of St Michaels and the Abbey mill stream we reached the Cathedral for lunch.

Some used the cafe while others picnicked outside. To finish the day, the majority of us then joined an intimidating looking queue to get seats for a half-hour carol service featuring many traditional favourites, lustily sung by some of our number.

Danny

Photos courtesy of Ida Kwan and Nita Patel