Lunch at Downe

It’s quite a while since we’ve managed a day out, and with good weather forecast, we decided to repeat a walk we did back in July (see Lunch at Downe) though in the other direction.

We caught an R11 bus from Orpington High Street (having just missed one, of course) to Green St Green. After negotiating the busy A21 roundabout, we were soon away from roads:

Rocco appreciated being able to run around and chew sticks:

Soon we were in High Elms, gently climbing through the autumn leaves:

We needed to cross High Elms Road at Sparrow Wood Car Park:

and then followed the permissive footpath into Downe village:

And then to the Queens Head for lunch, washed down with Timothy Taylors Landlord Dark – an excellent beer we both enjoyed.

After lunch, we had a bit of road walking, then escaped across the fields by Farthing Street:

Then back into the woods:

and across Farnborough Fields to Farnborough Village, where (again) we just missed a 358 bus back to Orpington. Not long to wait for another one though!

Two cathedrals in one day!

After a hearty breakfast, several of us joined a guided tour of central Hereford.  We started at the cathedral.

And continued around the immediate vicinity, including the last remains of the castle moat.

 I left the tour to head to the station, passing the site of yesterday’s festivities, the Town Hall.

Caught a train to Newport, then Paddington. Hammersmith and City line to Farringdon, where I discovered Thameslink was closed for engineering work.  So a bus journey past St Paul’s, and finally a fast train from London Bridge to Orpington. Phew!

Early Dance Festival

A wonderful day of dancing and music.  Being in the moment, I didn’t take any photos of the dancing – they never do it justice anyway.  But the contributions were extraordinarily varied, the dinner was good and the masquerade ball in the evening was fun, with an excellent band.

We did pay our respects to Elgar during a short walk round the block:

A very lucky journey to Hereford

In spite of major disruption on the railways today, my train to Hereford left Paddington on time and was a mere ten minutes late arriving.  I was able to walk to my hotel, while less fortunate passengers had to wait for transport to wherever they hadn’t been able to get to.

I had barely settled in my very elegant room when our friend Phil arrived and we went for a coffee and a good chat.  We forgot to take a photo, though…

The evening’s activity was a lecture about masquerade balls in the 18th century, with some fascinating slides.  A short walk back to the hotel and drop exhausted into bed!

 

Birmingham – A local walk – Friday

This morning the weather was beautiful.  Lucy stayed in and spent time in the garden while Gemma and I went for a walk.  There was a vague plan, but it changed as the mood took us.  We paused for a swift half at The Navigation…

No pork scratchings, so we had to make do with crisps.

Then a stroll along the canal, and return via King’s Norton – on foot since the buses didn’t want to play!

This time, the Botanical Gardens

After more thought provoking discussion last evening and this morning, I felt the need to study what Baden Powell called that other great book, nature, so I went to the Cambridge University Botanical Gardens. I walked there past colleges and cows…

The gardens were lovely. Lots of evidence of scientific enquiry!

A substantial glass house.

And a limestone garden, which was very nostalgic.

My feet were tired, so I planned to return by bus, but it was held up somewhere, so I walked back past the colleges and cows.

Dorset County Museum

While Phil and Rocco went for a walk, I looked round the Dorset County Museum in Dorchester.  I was expecting a small museum in a converted hall of some sort, but it was purpose built and comprised several galleries over four floors.  The original exhibition hall is now used for events, and is a glorious space.  The floor includes two Roman mosaics.  Stunning!

There were displays about the geology, archaeology and history of Dorset.  I was particularly taken with this sculpture depicting the geological strata – with a strata of plastic rubbish at the highest, most recent level.