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Now, that's slow travel! We have finally completed one of our long-term walking projects: from Dan's parents' old house in Finchley to their holiday let in Old Hunstanton.
We did not go by road.
After finishing my River Rother walk, I had a few days at home before we headed up to Norfolk for a week. We planned to walk four or five days to complete our "every now and then" walking project between London and the north Norfollk coast. The weather was hot at first - too hot to walk on a couple of days, so I ended up going to the beach and swimming in the sea for hours instead! And then, of course, the day we finished was grey and rainy.
I'll pop a few more photos down the bottom of this post, but I thought this would be a good moment to look back over the whole walk - which we started back in 2011, when we'd just moved to London from Australia. We didn't get back to it for a few years after that, but we've been fairly consistent in doing a section since 2015.
2011
Possibly early November 2011. Finchley to High Barnet.
November 2011. High Barnet to Cuffley.
December 2011. Cuffley to Hertford; Hertford to Green Tye; Green Tye to Bishop's Stortford.
Pollarded trees in Daneswood, I believe.
Moore of this, please.
This was still quite a novelty - my first full winter in the UK.
2015
October 2015. Bishop's Stortford to Great Chesterford over two days (wild camping overnight). Read a snippet about this leg under "Other adventures" in this post.
Autumn colours
Now every time we go under this road we say, "We've walked here!"
2016
October 2016. Great Chesterford to Cambridge; Cambridge to Ely. Read more in a previous blog post, Rivers and Roman roads: An autumn walk in Cambridgeshire.
Autumn in Cambridgeshire
A friend near the river
2017
August 2017. Ely to Littleport.
Definitely in the flat lands now
2018
August 2018. Littleport to Downham Market; Downham Market to King's Lynn; King's Lynn to Little Massingham; Little Massingham to Old Hunstanton.
Not pictured: just how hot it was!
Home, sweet home. (Just kidding, this is not the folks' holiday house!)
Some of our other long-term walking projects and incomplete paths include the Grand Union Canal, the Thames Path and the Ridgeway (which we also completed this summer - more to come). A friend recently asked us if this was a common thing to do . . . so, is it? Do you have any walking projects on the go?
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Picnics and walks - an autumn to enjoy . . .
Fine weather continued on and off into October and we took advantage of it by having an impromptu picnic in the fields behind our house. It was a good opportunity to start properly trialling our Brukit, which we'd bought as part of our Snowy River adventure preparations.
We've been very pleased with this so far. It's a good size for two serves of instant noodles or lots of tea!
We did get a few misty mornings, though, and it was clear that the seasons had turned.
Sunrise on Marley Lane - Lake Field is to the left.
The same morning as above. The mini roundabout in the foreground was the epicentre of the Battle of Hastings (according to Time Team).
In the October half-term break, we went for a two day walk near Cambridge. I posted a lot of pics at the time, but I took quite a few more! Here's a selection.
Gorgeous flower garden in Cambridge.
I love the rich red of hawthorn berries (haws) - especially mixed in with the yellows and browns of autumn.
A mossy church wall in Hildersham.
I also made this little video from footage I took on the walk. One thing I've noticed is that when I don't go out with the intention of making a film, the footage I take isn't consistent or well considered. It's something to think about if I plan to make any videos in 2017.
We’re over halfway through a very gradual process of walking from London to the Norfolk coast. We started a number of years ago, when we were living in London. Last autumn we crossed from Hertfordshire to Essex. On the last school break, we spent most of the walk in Cambridgeshire.
Hazy Cambridgeshire landscape, glowing with autumn colours.
Cambridge was the mid-way point of the walk, so we drove up and stayed there for two nights (one before we started walking, one in the middle of the walk). This also gave us a bit of extra time to mooch around the city.
Flowerbed in Cambridge.
On Day 1, we caught the train back down to Great Chesterford and walked back to our accommodation (approx 30km/19mi). Our route took us up onto the hills of Cambridgeshire (I hope you enjoyed that joke) and along a Roman Road for the second half of the day. On Day 2, we walked to Ely, then caught the train back to our car (approx 27km/17mi). We followed rivers all the way, the Cam from Cambridge to its confluence with the River Great Ouse, then along the River Great Ouse to Ely. Here are a few things we saw on the way.
Day 1: Great Chesterford to Cambridge
At Great Chesterford, the grass seemed to be shining with . . . was it frost? We couldn't tell until we got closer and Dan realised the sun was shining on dew-beaded spiderwebs, strung from every blade of grass.
Not frost . . . spider webs!
As we walked across the recreation ground, we noticed a rainbow gleaming in the webs. Beautiful!
It was a sunny morning, and we walked up onto the long, low hilltops. The hills aren't high, but as everything is so low, we had wonderful views over the countryside. It was fantastic to be out on such a gorgeous day. The autumn leaves were absolutely stunning. I think I said the same thing in my post last year, but I'm sure the leaves are brighter this year than they have been before!
Sometimes the trees really looked like they were glowing!
Although the views were beautiful, it was a hazy day, so the horizon melted away into a blue smudge. We met some people walking up onto this hill as we were walking down. They told us that on a clear day you can see Ely Cathedral from up here. We couldn't see that, but we did spot wind turbines, greenhouses, pylons and an interesting looking water tower.
An armada of birds coming in to attack!
The autumn leaves were the stars of the show, but we also encountered bright flowers (pink roses, pink and orange spindle), blackberries, rose hips, crabapples and more.
Lovely!
Spindle. Every year I have to look this flower up, every year I forget!
We crossed the River Granta, a tributary of the Cam, and stopped at the church in Hildersham for morning tea. We'd just called into the local convenience store and had bought a loaf-shaped chocolate cake - the sort you might bring for a morning tea with several people. We ate half of it with a freshly brewed cup of tea. Then we ate the other half of it with another cup of tea. Yum. Inside, the church was beautifully and colourfully decorated. They also had a very new loo and running water, so we filled our water bottles again before setting off (from the tap, silly!).
Inside Holy Trinity Church, Hildersham.
From Hildersham, a short walk took us across fields being sown with potatoes to the Roman road. This trackway stretches most of the way from Cambridge to Haverhill and is used by the E2 European Long Distance Path (alternative route) and the Harcamlow Way. I always find it astonishing and humbling that I can walk a road so many centuries old and still see traces of its origins - the built up trackway, the ditches on either side. An sign informed us that the northern half of the road is a Scheduled Monument because it was built to such a high standard.
A green lane, lined with the remains of summer wildflowers, winding along the Roman trackway.
As well as the usual hedgerow shrubbery, some lengths of the Roman road had dozens of crabapple trees, with fruit flavours ranging from an unpalatable, mouth-drying tannin to a delicious crunchy sourness. We saw whitethroats (we think) and even a few butterflies in the long grasses by the roadside. We picked a few handfuls of blackberries, which were not bad considering how late in the season we were, to keep our energy up. We didn't eat any mushrooms.
Crabapple fruit weighing down the boughs of the tree.
Lush. That's some Brambly Hedge level business right there.
Mushrooms.
We were aiming for Wandlebury for lunch, so we were pleased to cross the A11 (incidentally, also a Roman road) and enter Gog Magog Hills territory. Wandlebury Country Park features the remains of an Iron Age hill fort - a very large, circular ditch - surrounded by beautiful woodland.
The road has been designated an SSSI for the wildflowers.
We found a nice big tree stump by the earthworks, stoked up our trusty Brukit (OK, screwed it together and pressed the ignition switch) and cooked ourselves some instant noodles. Oh, how delicious was this longed-for lunch. We had planned to walk around the fort, but decided our day was going to be long enough without adding extra distance. Instead, we decided we'd come back and visit Wandlebury on one of our trips to Norfolk. It would be an ideal location to break up the drive with a short walk. We stopped at the lookout here and in the hazy distance we decided we could just spot Ely Cathedral - the ship of the Fens.
Horrible. Just the kind of road I hate to walk along.
By the time the Roman trackway met Wort's Causeway, I was flagging. A quick lie down on a handy bench helped a little, and we pressed on down the road, dodging cars. Considering this is still meant to be part of a long distance walking path, there wasn't a huge amount of room to walk on the verge. (And when there was room, there was vegetation up to our knees - which I appreciate is about wildflower conservation, but I was getting tired enough to think selfishly, "Screw the flowers, what about me!?")
Dan and roadside daisies.
We made it into Cambridge as the sun was setting. Dan's phone told us it was only another 50 minutes to walk to our Airbnb. Over an hour later, we still hadn't made it! I decided I had to eat pasta (mmm, carbs), so we ducked into a restaurant for dinner. Somewhat replenished, hobbled off into the darkness, finally making it home at about 7pm. I ran a bath and then flopped on the bed. Sensing my inability to move, one of the house cats jumped on me and went to sleep on my belly. Good call, cat.
Almost there . . . but not there.
Day 2: Cambridge to Ely
We set off around 8am, a good time to catch all the students out on the Cam practicing their rowing. There seemed to be quite a few new teams in the mix, probably because uni has only been back for a month or so. We wandered along, dodging the coaches who pedal along the path beside the river calling instructions to the cox and crew.
Row, row, row your boat.
After leaving Cambridge, we crossed wide open fields to Fen Ditton. Wikipedia tells me, "The name was first recorded in around 950 as Dittone, meaning 'the village by the ditch', derived from the Fleam Dyke, the prehistoric ditch that passed through the village." We kicked through the leaves past the church and some play equipment (we both had fun on the flying fox) and then passed under the A14.
There were a lot of 'no fishing' signs on our side of the river and a person fishing from the other.
Baits Bite Lock is the end of the rowing stretch out of Cambridge, but we only saw a narrow boat passing through. We crossed over the river here and at the bottom of the weir, dozens of tiny fish wriggled in the water weeds.
We followed the towing path out past Waterbeach, observing the pollarded willows, a few kestrels and buzzards and lots of water fowl. I was pretty achy and half-considered jumping on the train back to Cambridge and doing the Waterbeach to Ely section another day. But after our morning tea stop at Bottisham Lock, Dan offered to carry the bag. I felt better immediately! Across the water we spotted a few deer faces poking out over the high weeds. At first we thought they might be Chinese water deer, which got us excited. However, a bit of Googling makes me think they were roe deer, which are still pretty cool - did you know they've been in Britain for over 6,000 years, were hunted to extinction in England by 1800 and then reintroduced? I didn't.
Pollarded willows along the River Cam.
Deer, oh deer.
Throughout this walk, my eye was caught by the movement of machines across the scenery: a ride-on leaf sweeper, tractors in fields, ploughing, the motorway, long freight trains. I think perhaps the flatness of the landscape means these movements are elongated, stretched out like a long-held shot in a film. One thing we saw was a working party on the river, clearing vegetation from the water.
Removing weeds from the river by boat.
The colours on the second day were much more subdued, partly because it was overcast, partly because the vegetation was very different. We passed by some huge fields of leeks, rows and rows of gently spiked, blue-grey tops. The little curved-roof cabin across the river was painted a light sky blue, and the boat moored in front of it was blue, too. We thought about living here - it looked like it'd get a bit cold.
Fancy a hut by the river? I kind of do.
This field has sprung a leek. Many leeks.
We saw hundreds of ladybirds on this trip. They congregated on fence posts, benches, walls, gates, trees; they whirred and swirled through the air; they landed on our backs as we walked, on every part of us when we sat still. I'm pretty sure we could have spotted every colour/spot combo there is!
After crossing the road between Wickham and Stretham, we had a late lunch: sandwiches and a freshly brewed cuppa. The fingerpost here noted we were 5 miles from Ely, so we didn't stay for too long. Soon, the small glimpses we'd had of the cathedral became longer views. It was nice, after such a flat, low walk, to have something against which we could mark our progress. At the confluence of the two rivers, we crossed over the River Great Ouse coming in from the west, watching boats pass beneath the arched footbridge. We joked that this was probably the biggest hill we climbed all day. (It wasn't a joke.)
After a rather lonesome walk, having seen barely a soul, this stretch of river buzzed with boats heading in both directions. Well, at least half a dozen boats. As we drew closer to Ely, we even exchanged greetings with few afternoon walkers. And there was someone metal detecting in a field beside the path, perhaps looking for the next Hoxne Hoard? We made it to Ely station in good time and enjoyed the smooth trip back to Cambridge, pointing out the window and saying, "We were there! We were there!". They only takes 20 minutes. Why didn't we just take the it in the first place?
For some reason, I find it quite relaxing to watch metal detectorists (metal detectives?) doing their thing.
Postscript: Patterns
Here, have three roofs. There must be at least one person reading who likes these patterns as much as me! Below are the multi-coloured tile roof of a big house in Fen Ditton, a corrugated shed roof from a farm outside Great Chesterford and the lead (I think?) roof of a church - possibly also in Fen Ditton.
A late addition!
When will we make it to Norfolk? When will we arrive on the Norfolk coast? Who knows! It could be years. (Actually, we'll be there in winter, but I think we'll drive up for that!)
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