5th November 2017
A quick jaunt for a few miles to the edge of town and back. Crossing Sor Brook I climbed the hill into North Newington. The setting sun dazzled my eyes. As I turned around the hillside had turned to gold – the low-angle sunlight caught the yellows and browns of the leaves, making them appear to fluoresce.
7th December 2010
Luckily the bus to Shipston was still running, which got me to Sibford. From there I crossed to the ridge and up to Sibford Heath. The thermometer on my pack said –12°C. From Sibford Heath it was another slow, careful 4 hours back into Banbury across frozen fields and trackways.
26th November 2016
After a few days of grismal weather the evening had cleared. I dashed to Crouch Hill to catch the sunset. It was a technicolor treat, as the sun setting in the strings of cloud above Tadmarton Heath silhouetted the scrub around, and a fire in the 'fireweed'.
12th June 2015
I was in a hurry, but the dandelion-head caught my eye. What was that? I tried my book but couldn't find anything that specific. That the issue with nature; when your out here "in it" you realize it's complex. Nothing really looks like it does in the guide books.
14th September 2013
It was a strange day that became visually surreal as I walked. I knew I had to get out for a walk. As I climbed toward Overthorpe a huge slab of dark cloud was spreading in from the east, progressively darkening the sky and cutting off the sunset – leaving just a thin intensely red strip of light along the horizon – and bathing everything in a purplish light. I stared at the ethereal horse and it stared back, seeming to ask the same question; is this all real?
20th May 2016
I had a chore to do in Ettington. I worked out a walk to there from Shipston to make a day of it – crossing the line of low hills formed by melting glaciers that give such great views over the Vale of Feldon. Walking through the village I saw a huge cat laid statue-still amidst the rhubarb. I stared, and then took a photo. The cat looked indignant; it thought it was invisible.
17th April 2016
It was a silly idea; taking the low-lying valley route towards Chacombe so soon after a wet Winter, rather than just going up the road. The over-stocked farmyard ankle deep in bullock slurry just added to the slow going. No matter; I got to the hill-stop in the end. I love my 'all-terrain' boots and gaiters!
17th April 2016
It's such a lovely spot to take a break, looking across the Cherwell valley and on up to the heights of Warmington and Edgcote. As I ate my lunch, I realized that someone else was having theirs. Blue tits were flying to and fro, and each visit to the hole in the tree set-off a wail of high-pitched squawks.
10th October 2014
First train to Tackley, and then a forced marched through the early morning gloom of the village to get to where I wanted to be for the sunrise. Leaving the village I was enveloped in the early-morning mist, with cows looming randomly into view as I crossed the field. Even more bizarrely a party of sky-divers, presumably from Weston on the Green, made a dawn jump from high altitude. In the end, the mad dash to the trig point was rewarded with a view.
3rd May 2014
A frosty Spring morning; mist, sunshine, and just about every kind of wildlife you see around here. Song birds, foxes, hares, deer, buzzards, and even a mole. I took a route to Twyford Wharf and then across the valley to the top of the Astrop ridge, arriving at Kings Sutton an hour or so after sunrise to get the train home. As I looked at it, from beneath the railings on the platform a pair of small rabbits stared back, as if to say, "What?, have you never seen a rabbit waiting for a train before?"