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?
19 November 2012 by Benedict Southworth
Benedict Southworth, chief executive of the Ramblers talks about the future of the organisation and how we need to be able to build on our strengths, as well as changing the things that no longer work so well, or don't work for new generations of walkers.
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.
12 August 2012 by Sarah Gardner
The North Downs Way is a good place to unwind; 153 miles of the most diverse walking habitats, included the Kent and Surrey Areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB). They boast swathes of chalk grassland that support wildflower, herbs and mosses and rare butterfly, such as the Adonis Blue and the Chalk-hill Blue.
30 July 2012 by Benedict Southworth
It’s hard to imagine what the world was like without the right to roam, national trails, and even rights of way on the Ordnance Survey maps. All things the Ramblers can be proud of...
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.
17 April 2012 by Walking Class Hero
There’s a lot of talk about legacy these days. A lot of us walkers love our history. Mention the Ridgeway, for example, and more often than not you’ll be told that much of the 139km/87 miles National Trail follows an ancient chalk ridge route used by prehistoric man.
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.
29 August 2011 by Christopher Somerville
K is Kyrgystan – Katboschfontein, Khatyngnakh, Kyrksæterøra, and all the other places I’ll never actually walk. They beckon from the index of my 1990 Times Atlas of the World, a constant resource and secret delight.