27 November 2013 by Christopher Somerville
T is for Thermos – and thermals, too, and thin layers, and thick overtrousers, and all the other stuff my dad would never have dreamed of taking with him on a winter walk.
07 October 2013 by Michelle Roberts
It’s wonderful to see Walking for Health release 'Walking Works', a comprehensive summary of evidence for physical activity, specifically walking. This report makes the facts very clear; staying still kills and walking works.
30 August 2013 by Christopher Somerville
S is for stick – you see them everywhere: ramblers toting walking poles, stabbing them into inoffensive meadows and flat sea walls and level country roads as though negotiating the high Himalayas.
31 March 2013 by Benedict Southworth
Last year the Ramblers helped 1200 people to safeguard their local paths, including most recently the historic Mud Lane, at Purton in Wiltshire, which had been neglected for decades.
01 March 2013 by Christopher Somerville
Q is for quicksands – The oddest place I’ve ever walked, by a country mile, is that ‘most dreadful gulfe and shippe swallower’, the Goodwin Sands.
28 November 2012 by Christopher Somerville
P is for poetry – although I really ought to have filed it long ago, under ‘D is for doggerel’. Why is doggerel always seen as the poor relation of poetry?
28 August 2012 by Christopher Somerville
O is for Ooooohhhh – or the capacity to stop and stare, to be astonished, enchanted and generally struck all of a heap.
23 May 2012 by Christopher Somerville
N is for Notebook – 387, 388, 389, and that’s it, till the next time I go walking. There they sit on their own special shelves, 389 of them so far – the little notebooks that have tracked my walking life over the past 30 years.
22 February 2012 by Christopher Somerville
M is for music – or at least what passes for it when I go walking: a constant babble of ballads, songs and snatches that trail this wand’ring minstrel like a pack of dogs.
25 November 2011 by Christopher Somerville
L is for Landlady – specifically the one who ran the “K…H…” pub in “the town of M-in-T…” in “the county of D…” in the “year of Our Lord 197…”, when Dad and I set out on our first long-distance walk together, a good slice of the best bit of the Pennine Way.