Hambledon Village - Surrey - Hambledon Ramblers

A beautiful morning dawned following a stormy night and much to our surprise we were still able to look forward to an invigorating walk before what promised to be sumptuous lunch in the Village Hall. One problem remained — would there be an electric supply to the hall? Most of the village had been without since midnight. To our great relief that part of the village still had a supply!

Derek led us off straight up to the top of Hambledon Common where we were greeted with a superb view towards the South Downs and with a little imagination we could believe a glimpse of the sea through the Worthing gap.

A section of the walk from near Witley station to Chiddingfold was littered with stiles and with a group of 20 walkers each stile took nearly 10 minutes to negotiate. It was on this section that Jane’s dog caught a pheasant.

We had expected the going to be very muddy but although some patches were a little tricky the worst areas were easily by passed.

The final section of the walk was through the Hurst, across the village cricket green and back to the hall where tables were laid and set. We were greated with a steaming cup of mulled wine and 39 walkers and friends sat down to a veritable feast, all provided by the ladies of the two walking groups.

Many thanks to Jenny for organising the occasion and also to all the ladies who provided all the delicious food.

Chiddingfold to Grayswood and back13 April 2010

Nature is the art of God (Thomas Browne, 1605-82)

What a difference a week made. On the recce the notable feature was mud. When the seven of us set off from near the village green in Chiddingfold, mud had dried and spring had taken hold. Blossom covered trees; flowers coloured hedgerows and carpeted woods. Sheep grazed in fields and lambs bleated. Views were great. Grass looked lush and the landscape looked fresh. A large flowering magnolia on the top of a hill looked like a display of fireworks against the blue sky. The sun shone, the temperature increased and soon we had to shed jackets. Our route, about 7 1/2 miles, went west of Chiddingfold past the graveyard to The Downs, then south to Sydenhurst, and along a short stretch of road to branch right (NW) on a footpath across fields. It crossed a minor road and continued on a footpath to Furzefield. Here we took a track to Frillinghurst Farm (where the barking Dobermans that greeted me the previous week never appeared) and branched left (SW) on a footpath that led to Imbhams Farm. We stopped for coffee in a clearing by a convenient pile of logs. Passing Imbhams Farm on our left, we continued on a bridleway to reach the junction of Three Gates Lane and Clammer Hill Road where we turned right up the hill and then turned left on a footpath that led past new allotments and across Grayswood Common. The FP went up a hill and under a small tunnel before branching right to reach a flight of steep wooden steps which, fortunately, no one fell down. By now we could hear the traffic on the main road at Grayswood. We stopped in Grayswood for lunch which we ate basking in the sun. We took a northern route back to Chiddingfold. From Lower Road we crossed Prestwick Road to a track from which we branched left onto a FP that led across fields to Prestwick Lane again. Passing Little Prestwick Farm we turned right onto a FP that led across more fields to Langhurst Manor Farm. Turning right on a minor road (Pook Hill) we soon turned left onto a FP that led to The Downs and Chiddingfold. The morning's challenge was the steep steps. The afternoon's challenge was the series of stiles. Some wobbled, some acted like see-saws, some had nails jutting out, some had barbed wire attached, some had combinations of hazards. However, we coped. Skin and clothes remained intact.

Back in Chiddingfold we paid a visit to the tea shop on the green before heading home.

March Walk

This month's walk, ably led by Robert, started with a sprint across the A25 at Gomshall. Eleven of us set off eastwards, under the railway bridge, along the pavement for 1/4 mile before braving the road again and turning up Beggars Lane. Shortly afterwards we branched right onto a footpath that led to Broomy Downs and Abinger Roughs. Here we passed a granite cross, a memorial to Bishop Samuel Wilberforce, son of William Wilberforce, who died on 19 July 1873 after falling from his horse.We continued east along the edge of Deerleap Wood, from where a pillbox was visible high on the other side of the valley on the North Downs Way, past Park Farm, and then turned south at Vale Farm. Here one of us fell at the first hurdle--a stile. We then headed up a grassy bank to the isolated church of St John the Evangelist, Wotton, at the top. Sitting among the gravestones, having checked that they were unlikely to squash us, we drank our coffee in the sun, sheltered from the wind. Refreshed, we pressed on south to cross the A25 again and continued on a footpath through Damphurst Wood and Bushy Wood to reach Friday Street. On our right, through trees, we could see Wotton House, once the home of Sir John Evelyn (1602-1706), diarist, landscape gardener and a founder of The Royal Society, who made his money from the production of gunpowder. Wotton House now holds conferences and wedding receptions. It has forty meeting rooms and over a hundred bedrooms.Approaching Friday Street, the footpath led past tiered ponds created by Sir John Evelyn in the tributary of the Tillingbourne that rises nearby. The Tillingbourne itself has forty meeting rooms and over a hundred bedrooms.Approaching Friday Street, the footpath led past tiered ponds created by Sir John Evelyn in the tributary of the Tillingbourne that rises nearby. The Tillingbourne rises near Leith Hill, flows northwards towards Wotton and then turns west to eventually join the River Wey at Shalford. Friday Street was the birthplace of Stephen Langton (1150-1228) who from 1207 until his death was the Archbishop of Canterbury. We passed the inn in the hamlet that is named after him. Leaving Friday Street, where some bought pots of jam from a stall outside a cottage, we crossed Abinger Common. Here nifty navigation was necessary because vehicles used for logging had created huge muddy trenches that obliterated the footpath and covered the markers carefully laid by our leader on his earlier recce. The second in command got out his compass. My enquiry 'Are we lost?' received the reply 'No leader of the Hambledon Ramblers would admit to being lost.' Fortunately, Robert's sense of direction proved true and we eventually emerged in a strung-out line on the other side of Abinger Common by the road that led to the village. A man standing by a pick-up truck next to a pile of logs told us that many of the felled pine trees were probably 150 years old. Most of the logs would go to Norfolk; larger ones to be used for garden sleepers, smaller ones for firewood. We headed along the road to the village passing a well that was in the process of being restored. An inscription on it read: St James's Well, built by William John Evelyn, Lord of the Manor of Abinger, declared open for the parishioners August 11 1895. The thought of food quickened our pace as we made for the Abinger Hatch, our stop for lunch. Our walk resumed after a substantial meal. We crossed over the road to the adjacent church and paused to look inside. St James' church is the second oldest parish church in Surrey and dates back to Norman times (www.stjameschurchabinger.org). Outside is a three person stock and opposite is the nineteenth century Evelyn Hall (www.evelynhall.org.uk). At 8am on 3 August 1944 the church was almost completely destroyed by a flying bomb. No one was injured as it was empty at the time; the parishioners had yet to arrive for communion. The church was repaired and reopened in 1951 but was damaged again in June 1964 when lightning struck the tower and set it on fire. Near the church is Abinger Manor next to which, a high mound with a ditch at the base, is all that remains of Abinger Castle - a motte and bailey castle built in the eleventh century. We crossed a field, passed Raikes Farm and continued north-west over more fields. In the distance we could see the North Downs. A faint green tinge on trees indicated the approach of spring. Reaching Felday Road we crossed over and, in 3/4 of a mile, arrived at the south side of Gomshall.Jenni Caddy

February Walk

Ten of us set off from Compton to walk to Guildford and back, a distance, our leader John Adams informed us, of seven miles. Apart from a few snowdrops, the route was notable more for its evidence of human life than for that of flora or fauna. The day started fine but a chill wind kept us moving. Sunshine was replaced later by snow. We parked by Watts Cemetery Chapel (completed in 1904) and headed east past Coneycroft Farm towards Polsted Manor (believed to date from the 18th century and now a block of apartments) where we turned north to climb to the top of Guildown to walk east along the chalk ridge of the Hog's Back. Between trees we could see Guildford cathedral shining in the sun on one side, and Loseley Park on the other. Heavy traffic on the A31 and A3 was audible rather than visible. On the right we passed the telecom masts and then, on the left, we passed Henley Fort, now an outdoor education centre, and home of the Henley Fort Young Persons Enactment Society founded in 2004. Henley Fort was a mobilisation centre built in the 1880s as a response to the threat of invasion from France. No arms or ammunition were stored on the site and it was never fully manned. We were amused to note that teenagers in the playground with ropes and climbing frames all wore hard hats. A sign of the times we reckoned. Heading downhill we walked through the Mount cemetery, burial place of Lewis Carroll, pen name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832-1898), and Edward Carpenter (1844-1929) described in Wikipedia as an English socialist poet, anthologist, early gay activist and socialist philosopher. Small plaques drew attention to both graves. Large notices at the entrances to the cemetery drew attention to dangerous headstones. These were marked by warning tapes and, we were told, must not be touched or approached. Next to the cemetery overlooking Guildford and the River Wey, was Booker's Tower. We stopped here to drink our coffee and to admire the views of Debenhams, the castle and the urban sprawl of the town. Booker's Tower is a four-storey, Gothic-style, octagonal tower commissioned by Charles Booker, a mayor of Guildford, and completed in 1839. Refreshed, we continued downhill to cross the A3100 and to briefly join the North Downs Way past the ruins of St Catherine’s Chapel (built in the early 1300s) to meet the River Wey by Artington Spring, known locally as St Catherine’s Well, the waters of which were once thought to have medicinal properties.

Just before reaching the towpath, almost hidden by shrubbery a plaque was brought to our attention. The plaque was restored in memory of Charles and Ruth Hirst, proprietors of Leroy’s Boathouse from 1942 to 1962.

Trying not to slip in the mud on the towpath and fall into the canal, we reached St Catherine’s Lock and turned west to head back towards Compton past Mount Browne, Loseley House (built 1560s), Polsted Manor and Coneycroft Farm again. We stopped at a pub in Crofton (which, another sign of the times, was full of babies) where we ate, unusual for some of us, an abstemious lunch, before driving back to Hambledon.

December Walk

Hills but no views

Heavy rain did not deter the twelve who met at a car park near Goodwood Race Course. Our luck was in because, by the time we had dressed for the deluge, looking, as someone remarked, like Arctic explorers, the deluge had stopped. Low cloud remained so our start up The Trundle, a hill overlooking the racecourse, was into fog. The two radio masts at the top (206m) were barely visible. The views on a clear day of Chichester, the sea and the Isle of Wight were left to our imagination.
The Trundle is the site of an Iron Age hill fort built on St Roche's Hill. Trundle (tryndel) is Old English for circle. Before the hill fort there was a Neolithic settlement dating back to 400BC. In the Middle Ages there was a chapel on the top and later a windmill.

We crossed the West Sussex Literary Trail before joining the Monarch's Way. The WSLT is a 55 mile route from Horsham to Chichester Cathedral. It was opened in 2007 and its literary associations include Shelley, Galsworthy, Blake and Keats.

The Monarch's Way follows the 615 mile route taken by Charles II after the Battle of Worchester in 1651 as he made his escape from Cromwell's Parliamentary forces via Shoreham to France.

Heading downhill we reached West Dean, crossed the River Lavant and the A286 and walked through Whitedown Plantation and into a field of pheasants. They hurried ahead of us for the shelter of a crop of maize; some squawked indignantly but the noise was nothing like that made by another group of pheasants we passed when they spotted a buzzard.

We continued along a minor road past a building site. Attached to the fence surrounding it was a board with the name of the construction firm and its logo which, unusually, was a coat of arms including the motto 'Virtute non Sanguine'.

On a track one and a half miles further on we passed two isolated semi-detached cottages. They were numbered 142 and 143.

By now we were near the top of Hat Hill and were feeling peckish. Fortunately it was downhill all the way to Singleton, our stop for lunch. The footpath went over the dismantled Chichester to Midhurst railway line, across a track used by cows so it was inches deep in more than mud—that slowed our pace—before heading across a field to the road and

the pub.

We had walked 6.5 miles and had another 1.5 miles after lunch.

The service in the pub was so quick that by the time the last had ordered food the first were already tucking into ham, eggs and chips.

What the afternoon lacked in miles, it made up for in hills. John, our leader, had saved the steepest for last. However, fortified by food, we soon reached the top via a section of the New Lipchis Way, a 38 mile route from Liphook to Chichester Harbour. The fog by now had lifted so we could see the racecourse in the distance. We quickened our pace back to the car park.

Thank you John for a memorable day.

November Walk Shoreham, the river Adur and the South Downs Another glorious autumn day and sixteen of us set off for Sussex the seventeenth and leader was collected en route. Suitably sorted and booted we set off along the river Adur, a tidal waterway with the tide out but on its way in. Our route wandered along the river bank for a while before we branched off across the road and up towards the Downs. As we left the road we passed Coombes farm and a little way on passed through a proper swing gate ie. pivoting in the centre, with a “fat man’s friend” alongside. Some might have called the latter a dog gate! both leading to Coombes church. This old Saxon stone building still shows the remains of ancient wall painting inside. It’s bell is reported to be one of the oldest in the country. A major restoration project was completed a few years ago and one can imagine it standing there, a sanctuary, for hundreds of years to come.A slight uphill climb through a little wood brought us out on the downs, sunshine and views. It is a pity the old cement works is such a mess now it is redundant, the carved chalk cliff might be quite attractive on its own. On past a few flocks of sheep, their modern day shepherd on his quad bike with dog behind, and Lancing college on the skyline. The college chapel is a most imposing building seen from any angle quite dwarfing the school buildings alongside. As we left the farmland a few of us were late over the last stile and “woops” our party had disappeared, which way? (One of three possibilities). It is amazing how fourteen people can vanish. Luckily a dog walker on her way up the hill had passed our party on the way down “couldn’t miss ‘em” so we were reunited. As we started gently down hill once more we came upon a small cottage garden in which sat a “Skiffle Group” composed of Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Pooh bear, another larger bear, a guitar playing monkey and hiding her head in the hedge a bashful girl. Hopefully photo is attached. A little further, on the boundary of Lancing College fields we found a small picture of a Hurricane bomber and the words Hurricane Copse, Lest We Forget.Now we were in sight of Shoreham airport with little planes busy in and out constantly, the sea behind and views of Brighton and the Seven Sisters cliffs. We managed to cross the busy main road noting an advertisement for “Rabbit Skips” and headed for Shoreham Toll Bridge and lunch. The Red Lion on the road, not imposing from outside but an old gem inside with a garden area at the back. Good service, good value.We retraced our steps across the South Downs Way and then the old bridge, trying to take in a little of it’s history. It is no longer a vehicle route but has been restored as a foot/bridleway across the river. Birds feeding on the mud banks,(Philip we needed you for identification) one brown speckled young gull? had just caught a small flat fish and was having difficulty over its next move. Back along the river, under the main road this time and soon returned to base.Thank you Lizzie and Angela for a very pleasant gentle day out and another bit of country explored.

October 2009

Another glorious autumn day and sixteen of us set off for Sussex the seventeenth and leader was collected en route. Suitably sorted and booted we set off along the river Adur, a tidal waterway with the tide out but on its way in. Our route wandered along the river bank for a while before we branched off across the road and up towards the Downs. As we left the road we passed Coombes farm and a little way on passed through a proper swing gate ie. pivoting in the centre, with a “fat man’s friend” alongside. Some might have called the latter a dog gate! both leading to Coombes church. This old Saxon stone building still shows the remains of ancient wall painting inside. It’s bell is reported to be one of the oldest in the country. A major restoration project was completed a few years ago and one can imagine it standing there, a sanctuary, for hundreds of years to come.A slight uphill climb through a little wood brought us out on the downs, sunshine and views. It is a pity the old cement works is such a mess now it is redundant, the carved chalk cliff might be quite attractive on its own. On past a few flocks of sheep, their modern day shepherd on his quad bike with dog behind, and Lancing college on the skyline. The college chapel is a most imposing building seen from any angle quite dwarfing the school buildings alongside. As we left the farmland a few of us were late over the last stile and “woops” our party had disappeared, which way? (One of three possibilities). It is amazing how fourteen people can vanish. Luckily a dog walker on her way up the hill had passed our party on the way down “couldn’t miss ‘em” so we were reunited. As we started gently down hill once more we came upon a small cottage garden in which sat a “Skiffle Group” composed of Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Pooh bear, another larger bear, a guitar playing monkey and hiding her head in the hedge a bashful girl. Hopefully photo is attached. A little further, on the boundary of Lancing College fields we found a small picture of a Hurricane bomber and the words Hurricane Copse, Lest We Forget.Now we were in sight of Shoreham airport with little planes busy in and out constantly, the sea behind and views of Brighton and the Seven Sisters cliffs. We managed to cross the busy main road noting an advertisement for “Rabbit Skips” and headed for Shoreham Toll Bridge and lunch. The Red Lion on the road, not imposing from outside but an old gem inside with a garden area at the back. Good service, good value.We retraced our steps across the South Downs Way and then the old bridge, trying to take in a little of it’s history. It is no longer a vehicle route but has been restored as a foot/bridleway across the river. Birds feeding on the mud banks,(Philip we needed you for identification) one brown speckled young gull? had just caught a small flat fish and was having difficulty over its next move. Back along the river, under the main road this time and soon returned to base.Thank you Lizzie and Angela for a very pleasant gentle day out and another bit of country explored.Mary Parker

September 2009

Ten of us set off from the centre of Selborne village through lovely beech woods at the foot of Selborne Hill. The climbing and descent of that was to come after lunch! Our way led us briefly along and across the main village road and up on to open ground, recently harvested and a buzzard soaring overhead. All along, there were glimpses of the village below. At the top of the hill, a pause for breath and a quick snack allowed us to appreciate the magnificence of the view below us to the south. Rolling hills and woods and little sign of humans. The next interest was a barn conversion going on at Wick Hill. Very posh it will be too. Here we were enthusiastically followed by two dogs who were somewhat reluctant to let us continue on our own. Having shaken them off, we plunged (literally in one case) down into the woods and round to join Hangers Way. This is listed as a “Recreational Path” which runs for a long way seemingly to link Alton and Selborne. Here the going is broad and well surfaced which makes for sociable walking. We crossed a stream/well, hard to see which, feeding a couple of ponds lower down. A swan and her grown cygnets were a little nervous but we did not come close. The renowned Selborne YewBefore long, we were sensing civilisation once more—a few walkers and their dogs. A stiff climb up a grassy hill above Long Lythe (“lythe” incidentally may mean a slope) brought us out into Selborne churchyard. The majority of this is closely mown while the outer areas are I guess tackled annually. A quick visit to the church, a peaceful haven. The preserved sliver of a giant bough from the renowned Selborne Yew hangs in the entrance porch. A wonderful example of what nature can create. Sadly the yew met its end in 1991.The next stop was for lunch. The “half-way wimps” left the party for home. A more sturdy rambler will now take up the tale.The sun, and the effects of lunch, dampened enthusiasm for the afternoon's walk. I found there had been a mutiny. It was proposed that I go for a healthy walk while the rest dozed in the sun before going for a healthy cream tea. They had spotted signs for one as we walked through the village. (Signs for footpaths might go unnoticed, but not those for cream teas.) We reached a compromise: I shortened the walk from four to two miles after which we all went for a cream tea.We set off SW on the Hangers Way and followed that for half a mile before branching off uphill NW towards Selborne Hill. We skirted round that and then turned NE to reach the top of the hill and Selborne Common. Crossing this we reached the steep slope that overlooked the village and gave wonderful views towards Oakhanger and beyond. Our descent into Selborne was by the zigzag path—a series of terraces joined by steps, which was constructed by Gilbert White and his brother in 1753.Leaving our boots in our cars, we marched to the pub that advertised cream teas. We sat outside in the shade and indulged in one of the best cream teas any of us had had for a while.Here follows two extracts from The Natural History of Selborne by Gilbert White, published in 1789.“The village stands in a sheltered spot, secured by the Hanger from the strong westerly winds. The air is soft, but rather moist from the effluvia of so many trees; yet perfectly healthy and free from agues.”“The village of Selborne, and large hamlet of Oakhanger, with many scattered houses along the verge of the forest, contain upwards of 670 inhabitants. We abound with poor; many of whom are sober and industrious, and live comfortably in good stone or brick cottages, which are glazed, and have chambers above stairs: mud buildings we have none. Besides the employment from husbandry, the men work in hop gardens and fell and bark timber. In the spring and summer the women weed the corn; and enjoy a second harvest in September by hop-picking. Formerly, in the dead months they availed themselves greatly by spinning wool, for making of barragons, a genteel corded stuff, much in vogue at that time for summer wear; and chiefly manufactured at Alton, a neighbouring town, by some of the people called Quakers: but from circumstances this trade is at an end.”

August 2009

Thirteen walkers and a small dog named Petra set out for Chidham on the Cobnor Peninsula (near Chichester) for the first seaside walk of the season. On arrival , there was a slight hiatus because of an unsigned footpath but we were put on the right track by a passing local and were soon on our way towards the coast where our first sight was Bosham and its picturesque church tower across the Chichester Channel. Continuing along the coastal footpath, we entered a camping area, where, what seemed to be hundreds of children readied ridiculously small dinghies for a day on the water as it was also a sailing school. Plenty of small boats, both sail and powered were scooting about and our next sighting across the water was that of Itchenor . The weather became warmer and outer garments together with zip- off trouser legs were gradually shed and soon West Wittering and East Head followed in turn by Hayling and Thorney Islands ( with the Isle of Wight and the Spinnaker Tower in the background ) came into view as we approached the Western side of the peninsula . The path now descended to the beach along the high water line (fortunately it was low water but it could prove tricky at a spring tide) and we continued along the shore for about 3km to the point where the path turned inland again, there we paused a while for a picnic. After that, we continued inland to the village across fields eventually reaching the pub (the quaintly named "Old House at Home) where we paused again in the attractive garden for refreshment before returning to the car park

July 2009

This time we made it to East Meon although the rain did its best to put us off at the village hall startSeventeen of us gathered at the East Meon car park, several brave enough to wear shorts. The day was blustery and warm with patches of sun and cloud, ideal for walking. Onwards and upwards. First through a new housing estate comprising different designs of houses in the local style. Some brick, some flint faced, some painted etc. almost a copy-cat Poundbury. Through the village we could see the huge rolling downs ahead and our route up. A gentle climb brought us to join the South Downs Way between ripening wheat and barley fields and past a large herd of dairy cows looking unbelievably contented. We passed East Meon Springs fishing centre (where the breakaway party lunched on their homeward journey). We then started a more serious climb along the side of grassy hill, home to a small bunch of heifers and their Hereford bull companion. This caused just the slightest ripple! An Irishman on his way down the hill obviously concerned, thought we should be warned! Before meeting the bull we stopped for coffee and to drink in the view. Large rolling hills and a patchwork of fields of corn and grass all looking lush and well cared for. The livestock safely passed it was on to Old Winchester Hill itself, now a nature reserve. Because of the chalky soil, everywhere there were wild flowers and butterflies which we seldom see here and great swags of “travellers Joy” draped over scrubby trees. On the hill fort the ground has not been disturbed since Victorian times so the wild flowers are profuse and unique. The writer is not a competent botanist and so could not name them. The views from the hill are wonderful. 360 degrees, from Chichester harbour to the east round up the Solent to Southampton, Fawley refinery and on round to Beacon Hill to the north and the North Downs beyond that. We toured the hill looking at the tumuli then started our return realising the steepness of the north side which would have been quite an obstacle for marauders of the time. A sudden attack of hunger called for the lunch stop round a convenient bench with half of Hampshire stretched out below. It was here that the Wimps in the party decided to head back home leaving the rest to climb Salt Hill after lunch. The temptation was to stay much longer at the lunch stop and defer Salt Hill until later. A strong breeze was blowing but it wasn’t at all cold, just invigorating but still prompting the thought that the occupants of the hill fort, over three thousand years ago, must have been a hardy bunch to survive the winter – no Gortex jackets to keep them dry and warm in those days!The afternoon climb proved to be harder than the morning ascent, perhaps too much lunch. The views along the ridge as we made our descent towards East Meon was ample reward for all the effort. The village shop in East Meon provided us with ice creams and as we sat outside the shop eating them we all agreed that it had been a truly memorable walk. Thank you Jenni.

June Walk - Petworth

All things considered the chances of reaping the full benefit of magnificent views from the South Downs seemed very remote and therefore our leader decided that the planned walk from East Meon should be postponed. The alternative walk started in Petworth and having parked the cars in the town centre (car parking free) a group of fourteen set off for Petworth Park. The route took us through the park and on to Tillington. The expected rain never materialised and rainwear was soon discarded. The section of the route to Pitshill took us through a vineyard which had expanded enormously since the last time we had walked in the area. Controversy still surrounds the diversion of the path at Pitshill, but we followed the original path and hoped we wouldn’t be shot!Onward then to complete a circuit through Upperton Common and eventually back to Upperton and from there into Petworth Park.In the park we came across a new born fawn, we suspected that we had disturbed the mother and we hoped that she would quickly return to care for her offspring.We decided to wait for lunch instead of eating the picnic that most had brought with them and so the walk was completed and we retired to the pub in the square where some of the group unable to wait any longer for food ordered what looked like very substantial portions of good pub food.Thank you Jenni for once again organising a most enjoyable outing and offering to lead the postponed East Meon walk in July

Holmbury Hill, Ewhurst, Pitch Hill, Peaslake May 2009

The day started cold and grey. Seven of us set off, well wrapped up, from the car park by the youth hostel at Holmbury St Mary. Clouds slowly cleared and, by the time we came to eat lunch, the sun shone so it was warm enough for us to sit outside the pub in shirt sleeves.

Derek led the way taking the route from a book of walks. A map would have been helpful because, we discovered, the description was not always easy to follow. Fortunately, just as we started to wonder how far off the route we were, we spotted the Windmill Inn (Pitch Hill) and made a beeline for that. The walk had given us an appetite.

From the start at the car park we headed south to the top of Holmbury Hill, the site of an Iron Age settlement dating from 150 BC, and the third highest hill in Surrey (261 metres). Sliding down the steep slope the other side, or rather, trying not to, we came to a road and Holmbury House. This was built in the 1860s, was owned by the Guinness family, became a school and now is home to the Mullard Space Science Laboratory, part of University College London.

Heading southwest, with fine views over open farmland, we crossed fields and were spotted by two young horses. They trotted up to greet us. We were pleased at their attention until they became too playful and started nudging and nipping us.

We reached Ewhurst and headed west and then north to reach the outskirts of Pitch Hill. Here we made the unscheduled stop for lunch at the Windmill Inn. Refreshed by this, we continued up the hill to branch off right onto a bridleway which led us through Hurt Wood to Peaslake where we rejoined the intended route.

Back on track we walked up a footpath into another wood. Here we encountered so many paths that we had a crisis of confidence, and decided to leave the wood in search of a road that would give us a landmark rather than risk going deeper into the unknown. (At this point, unbeknown to us, we were probably only half a mile from the youth hostel.) We headed for houses, arrived at the main road and walked along that back to the youth hostel.

It was an enjoyable day and a route (without our diversions) well worth repeating.Jenny

Chantenbury Ring - May

To Washington we went, no not DC but the village nestling in the shadow of the South Downs. Suitably booted up, the skyline our destination we were off. First through a woodland fringe, where the wild garlic was in odiferous evidence, we emerged in the village of Washington. From there we started to climb meeting a bit of the South Downs Way together with a biking family, ma, pa and a very small junior seated on the back. They soon outstripped us and we climbed on, now on a grassy track passed a whole field of wild cowslips and violets on the opposite side. The view was getting better all the way until finally we had 360 degrees. Farms and villages below us, a chalk quarry, the North Downs, Gatwick, the Solent with a tanker on its way out, and on round to Portsmouth and beyond, quite magnificent. Turning east along the ridge we passed the Chanctonbury Dew Pond an SSI and further on the Ring itself. Where the old trees once stood there is now a copse that, we hope will be sensitively trimmed when mature so the view can once more be all around. Team photo here, personal refreshments then we were off again for the downward leg. This took us through woodland with glimpses of the land below and bluebells and anemones just waking up. We skirted the edge of a large sand quarry worked by Tarmac so presumably for road making use. It is a well worn path and we met several groups on their way up. We were heading for the Wiston Tea Rooms but first a visit to the Wiston church. Happily this was not locked and proved a unique little gem. Very old, very small but obviously very well loved. It was decked out with Easter flowers and one could imagine the joyful congregation filling the little building on Easter morning. The tea rooms did not disappoint. We were not their only customers by a long way but they were extremely efficient at taking orders for a wide range of good grub from full breakfast to sandwiches and more besides. Much refreshed we walked on through farmland and the emerging corn crops with several stands of poplar trees decked in their beautiful light copper coloured first leaves. Sheep and new lambs we passed but nowhere any cattle and fewer horses than in Surrey. Before long the circle was complete and we were back at our cars. Thank you John and Sue for a delightfully invigorating walk.

Ups , downs and sticky mud! March 10

We set off in mud and large puddles but once out of the car park, by Frensham Little Pond, we were soon on firm ground. The route chosen by our leader, Derek, took the fourteen of us past the east side of Frensham Little Pond, alongside Frensham Common Country Park, and south towards the Devil's Jumps. Arriving at the base of Stony Jump, we climbed the north face, a slope so steep that its ascent is less of a challenge than its descent. Several of us remembered sliding down it last year. We regrouped at the top and, buffeted by wind, admired the view - a panorama of almost 360°. Clouds were low and rain threatened but our luck was in and none fell. Leaving Stony Jump by a gentler slope, we walked round part of the perimeter of the Pride of the Valley Sculpture Park (www.thesculpturepark.com). Through trees and shrubs we caught glimpses of interesting statues. Lack of time and a cold wind made us press on. A short climb up a hill warmed us up and, having joined a path round the edge of a heath, we emerged onto the main road through Rushmoor near the post office. We crossed the road and took a track leading to Kettlebury Hill. The route led along the top of the hill to the Lion's Mouth, though few of us noticed. Here we continued on in woodland where, dare I say it, the navigation of our leader faltered. However, thanks to an electricity pylon, it soon recovered and we marched up another hill - Yagden Hill. From here, with Hankley Common golf course and the club house in our sights, we made our way to Stock Bridge along sandy tracks and past signs saying 'Out of Bounds to Troops'. Once off the sand our pace quickened as we walked along a firmer track past Stockbridge Pond to join a footpath which brought us out opposite Tilford village green, the other side of which was a welcome sight - the Barley Mow PH, our stop for lunch. Fed, watered and warmed, we set off again having said goodbye to the two who joined us for lunch and the five who departed early. We headed across the green, past the Tilford Institute (designed by Sir Edward Lutyens when aged 24, and built in 1894) and along a footpath by the south branch of the River Wey. The challenge for the afternoon was the negotiation, by a pig farm, of a long trench of mud which was deep enough to come over the tops of our boots Logs had been laid across the mud to act as steps but walking on them was tricky as the smaller logs sank and spun with each step. Balance was best achieved by moving briskly. Boldness, not caution, was the key. We reached the car park by 3pm. The puddles were no deeper and now had a use - the washing of our boots. It was an enjoyable day; the lack of rain was an unexpected bonus. Considering the number of tracks criss-crossing the area, the navigation was commendable. Thank you Derek.

February 10th Chanctonbury Ring Leader Sue & John

The weather and conditions underfoot proved to be too much for even the hardiest of Hambledon Ramblers and we decided that on this occasion it was better to postpone the walk and wait to see what March brings along - hopefully early signs of Spring and a better day! The walk planned for February will not take place until April because Sue will not be around in March.

Newlands Corner – St. Martha’s church – Tillingbourne Valley – Chilworth. 13th January 2009

Wow!! That was very good for us after the laziness and indulgence of Christmas and New Year. Dare I say it, but I think we were, most of us, somewhat out of condition. Again we were blessed with a perfect walking day as we set off for the start at Newlands Corner. Although a little misty the views were good as 17 of us strode off down the hill. Suburban Surrey really can be quite spectacular. The going was good, and paths mostly wide enough to accommodate friendly chatter. We skirted several large fields noticing the different soil types showing up under the emerging corn crops. Rather surprisingly the path took us through a private garden at the foot of their patio and beside a small lake out on to the road. All agreed that we should hate such intrusions. We were now in the river valley and passing the old gunpowder mills. These are a rather special piece of history and not so old either. Production ceased in 1920. We were walking too fast so reached the Percy Arms before opening time so decided to press on to the end and refresh ourselves there. Back through the woods past Post Mill pond and nearby fishery and on uphill once more for a circuitous route to St. Martha’s church. Here, a pause for breath and to shed some layer, then on northwards. We plunged down through woodland then out on to fields again for a climb back towards the next summit. The rain kept off, the sun came out briefly, the air was balmy and the views continued to please. What more could we ask? Arriving back at Newlands Corner we all found some delicious grub to fortify us at the new Visitor Centre. To be recommended.

Thank you Jenny.

A walk around Hambledon and environs

An almost full complement of 22 set off from the Merry Harriers having first ordered our lunch. (You see)! Ginger in the lead took us a wonderfully circuitous route some of which was new to even the most seasoned walkers among us. We took in field and hill, passed by the shop much to the managements consternation, and on through Steven’s well managed common, admiring the view of distant south downs. On through the woods and under the railway, across the Witley cricket ground and round by Enton mill we went. Huge new developments going on round Old Enton. A coffee stop in the sun but after a bit the foot soldiers grew restless and cold so marched the party on. More field, wood and stream, the golf course where we avoided getting hit then it was to the top of Hydon Ball. After that, we trundled along mostly downhill all the way to lunch. We were given a very warm welcome – in every sense – by Colin and his able help. Julie was hard at it in the kitchen. We might have driven the other customers away, I hope not. It was a happy rabble of ramblers that chattered their way through a jolly good lunch whatever we had chosen. Thank you Colin and Julie for coping with us and Ginger for a really well joined up local walk timed to perfection.

Mud, mud, glorious mud! – November 11^th Hambledon Ramblers are a hardy lot. Fifteen set out on this month's walk (11/11/2008). The threat of rain and the thought of mud did not deter them. Henley, a hamlet two miles south of Fernhurst just off the A286, was our starting point. We walked for three hours and returned for lunch at the Duke of Cumberland PH. The day was memorable for the colour of leaves, the abundance of mud, and the absence of rain. We splashed through puddles, skirted round bogs, and squelched across fields. Footpaths, covered with mud or mushy leaves, were slippery but footbridges, often no more than two planks of wood, were worse. A few newly formed streams crossing our route provided extra challenges. With teamwork we coped. Some jumped over them; the more cautious and those wearing Wellingtons, waded through. By the end of the walk we were all splattered with mud. Some, who seemed to attract the stuff, ended up brown from the knees down. We headed north towards Fernhurst. Polo ponies with crew cut manes looked up as we crossed their field. We gathered for a group photo and three of them joined us. At 11am, with Black Down in the distance, we paused for two minutes. Near Lower House Farm we stopped by a lake for drinks and snacks. Facing the lake was a stone bench commemorating an elderly couple who died within a year of each other in the 1980s. Under their names was the faded inscription: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. (Matthew 6, v21) Turning south we passed Upperfold Farm and took a footpath that eventually led to a minor road. A man by the gate of a house told us that wild pigs roamed in the area. We looked out for them but saw none. By this point, blood sugars were low. Unexpectedly, someone produced a bag of aniseed balls; we tramped on, sucking, silent for a few minutes. Our route continued through a dark and gloomy wood of conifers--Verdley Wood. It was not a place to linger, though it had one compensation in that the track through it, covered with pine needles, was soft and dry. Spurred on by thoughts of lunch in the pub the other side of the wood, we pressed on, uphill, and emerged into sunlight on the outskirts of Henley. At the pub we were allowed an annex all to ourselves. We sat at tables and tucked into huge portions of fish and chips. The navigation of our leaders - Angela, Sue and John - was faultless and, thanks to them, it was a grand day out.Jenni

Halnaker and Boxgrove – October 14^th To Sussex we went, all nineof us on a grey autumn day with the leaves turning to remind us of the season. We started our walk on the edge of Earthem Woods then crossed the main road towards East Dean. Most of the walking here was in managed woodland with broad flat paths and fire-break vistas through the trees, an interesting mix of beech and conifer sometimes with blocks of each either side of the path. Golden leaves beginning to fall just right for “shuffling”! We criss-crossed many paths and woodland tracks before striking out through open country and large undulating fields. Later on, near Halnaker, the fields were a thick carpet of flint, very fertile but murder for steel farm implements. The winter wheat was just emerging and looking good. The local use of flint is in houses and walls, we walked along a real beauty just below Halnaker House. This, an imposing mansion on a hill top, the seat of the Duke of Richmond I believe. A field of sheep seemed not bothered by our presence. ( A useful lesson in our silly language, sheep singular, sheep plural! We had a young Czech friend with us). At one point we found ourselves walking a few yards along the original Staines Way of Roman times. To contrast ancient and modern, somewhere near this point we saw a “blue cow”! A modern sculpture of a life-size cow with a blue head and painted body standing in a field at the bottom of an ordinary garden.Through the village of Halnaker to Boxgrove we went, the setting for an ancient priory and church. The old priory was destroyed by Henry V111 but the huge church still remains and is in use and one can see some of the old priory stone work incorporated in the church walls. It was open to welcome us, fresh flowers at the entrance. The interior is stunning with vast vaulted ceilings, painted with family shields and wild flowers. The east window is a glowing detailed traditional one, the west wall contains a small modern window replicating the colours into a glowing design which fits perfectly into it’s setting. Our shepherd , John, had some difficulty in gathering us all together again. It was then out into the fields once more with a glimpse of Halnaker windmill in the distance, lunch there we were told, so that put a spring in our step. More woods and fields, Millers Cottage at the foot of quite a testing climb up to the mill. Did the old miller do this every day or did he hitch a lift on a grain cart? The mill is gradually being restored as funds become available. Two workmen were busily re-pointing the brickwork perched on a very modern hoist. The views form up there are amazing, almost 180 degrees round and over the south coast. Fortified and getting chilly we set off again for home. Down hill most of the way now, among flocks of pheasants, pausing to watch the maize harvest and a glimpse of the silage clamp to which it was going and also the large herd of cows which will eat it during the winter. Mostly narrow wooded paths now skirting the road until we once again reached Earthem woods and our cars. Very well exercised, more countryside explored and appreciation of all we have around us. Thank you John.

Mary Parker

The Low Weald – Ebernoe to Northchapel - September 9^th We had to get wet sometime. Our day began well enough outside the little church at Ebemoe. To reach it we had driven down the country road alongside a cricket green where the boundary crosses the road, marked by a white line. This must be quite exciting when there is a game in progress. Our walk took us along broad woodland paths under mature beech trees, unfortunately masked by a strong growth of holly so we couldn't see their majestic trunks. There were dozens of paths crisscrossing and little streams crossed by plank bridges. We crossed our incoming road and went on through several hamlets and farmsteads. One of these, Blackwool Farm, had lakes and advertised trout fishing. They also had lots of ducks of several varieties. We are not too hot on duck identification. On again through the woods and eventually out at the back of North chapel where the views were stunning, through the churchyard and on to the pubs. The rain began and both pubs were closed, nor would they open for us a minute before 12.30. "Too late," we cried and went to the village shop.There we found everything we needed, the rain had stopped so we sat outside and had our lunch. The shop is under new ownership, has recently undergone a complete refit, looks great, is welcoming and open six days a week 7 am to 6 pm and four hours or so on Sunday. Staffed entirely by the owners, man and wife, with one other paid staff member who works from 8.00am to 5.00pm - phew. After lunch it was on and up over the fields in the drizzle. We passed a balloon centre, not open, a lovely old converted cottage with a ha-ha looking out over the Sussex Weald and then the rain came down in earnest. An impressive circular construction on a hilltop in the distance was marked on the map as an aerial radio beacon. Was this the "Midhurst Beacon" we wondered? Anyway, it was a soggy party that trudged back to Ebernoe, where a surprise awaited. One of our number had a birthday, the church had a welcoming porch and somehow a birthday cake complete with candles was produced. So a celebration finished our day. Thank you Jenny for a really good walk and thoughtful etceteras. Mary Parker

"The New Villages" - August 12th This walk linked the villages of Beacon Hill, Grayshott and Churt. "New" because before the 1850s there had been no building of any significance just heath- land. Again we were lucky to stay mostly dry all the way. That way was so complicated and convoluted that the writer completely lost her bearings. Enough to say that we started deep in the woods outside Headley Down, worked our way up to Ludshott Common where the heather was just coming out in a sea of pale mauve. Through more woodland and ups and downs we arrived in the centre of Grayshott. A pause on the village green and a good hard look at their millennium memorial trying to make out the buildings outlined upon it. Before we could forget what we were doing it was off again towards the pottery but slipping down into the woods before we reached it. Round about on the way to Waggoners Wells we found a delightful old wishing well. Here was placed a little plaque on which the following poem was written. One of Tennyson's, and supposedly composed at the spot in 1863. Flower in the crannied wall I pluck you out of the crannies I hold you here, root and all, in my hand Little flower - but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all I should know what God and man is.

The lakes at Waggoners Wells were lying peacefully with some fairly large fish clearly visible and the inevitable "hungry" ducks. Soon it started to drizzle but there in front of us was the "Woodcock" pub, our lunch stop in Beacon Hill. Well fortified, rain gone, it was off to Churt threading our way past some stunning old houses and village outskirts with a glimpse of the North Downs along the way. Before long we were unexpectedly back at the cars very well exercised and all in agreement that the walk had been particularly good. Well done Sue and John and thank you.

Mary Parker

Ripley Old Woking & Cartbridge July 8th

We were lucky again, sandwiched between two horrible days our walk was dry and occasionally sunny. This was truly a waterways walk, crisscrossing the Wey as it makes its way from Guildford to Weybridge. Walsham weir was the first we crossed above the foaming waters. We left the river and trod the country lanes until we came to a wooded path climbing up a hill to Pyrford church, a pretty church in a tranquil hillside setting. As there was a service going on we could not go in to see the red ochre fresco painted in 1140, next time perhaps. A bit more road work before a path between fields on the side of a hill with lovely views. Next a golf course, skirted not crossed so quite safe! A long poplar lined avenue led us to the edge of a sewage farm – unmistakable! An extraordinary piece of machinery was being towed through and on enquiry we found it was used for stirring up the sewage residue and adding phospate before delivering it to farms as organic fertiliser. (Anyone been near Feathercombe Farm recently)? We passed a boggy patch with a healthy stand of willow trees, some cunning scheme for drainage perhaps. The sewage farm on maps called euphemistically “Water Treatment Works”. (These used to be writer Eric Parker’s favourite places for bird watching). We were soon entering the outskirts of Old Woking where our intrepid leader took us round and about but soon out into the quiet country again heading for the canal and lunch at The New Inn in Cartbridge, a pleasant pub to be recommended. Thereafter, we more or less followed the river/canal passing between two large fishing lakes. One angler had caught nothing, the next one along was having a very successful day! We passed Papercourt lock where we were rewarded by two barges negotiating the lock. One of these, a long one, we had seen getting stuck across the river a little further back, blown by the wind we reckoned. Next it was Newark lock with the ruins of Newark Priory some way over the fields. Before we knew it we were back at Walsham and so to Ripley. Some of us were then able to wend our way home via Bicknell’s Close where Janet & Peter provided a welcome cup of tea. Thank you to them and to Derek, this was a different walk. River and fields, pretty canal-side houses, a bit of urban bustle, country, both working and idle, and always the water to meet on the way.

Selsey June 11th 2008

She sowed courtesy
And reaped friendship

She planted kindness
And gathered love”

What a wonderful epitaph. Kitty V. Child 1928 - 2003, in whose memory these words were written must have been a lovely character. We found the memorial in the corner of a wheat field somewhere in the middle of a large farm where the footpath wound its way around the fields and through the copses. It was written on a stone plaque by a seat marking Kitty's favourite walk.

Back to the walk! Some 19 of us gathered at Sue & John's caravan HQ and after some liquid refreshment started off on the trail. First of all noticing the many fields of wheat, which replaced the salad crops seen in previous years. Grain is once again more valuable than lettuce. Sue told us of the ineptitude of the water authorities during the recent floods. Not only were the drains and dykes clogged through years of neglect, but, one of the pumping stations was out of action. Enough politics! The dog roses in the hedgerows were in full bloom, pink, white and deep rose coloured draping themselves so prettily. Selsey is flat so there is no arduous climbing but the sea is never far away and we found it for lunch. A very pebbly beach and the tide was out, just on the turn. Sitting in the sun listening to the gentle lap of the water while eating our sandwiches, bliss. We spied an elderly chap in the altogether sunning himself quietly on the end of a breakwater, and why not. We were some distance away so I hope we did not bother him. It was then time for a paddle. Warm salty water on hot tired feet set us up nicely for the return walk. This took us along the edge of the shore past some converted railway carriage bungalows. The conversions were varied and some cleverly incorporated the old doors, steps and joining ends.

"Home" for tea, my goodness what a spread. Thank you so much Sue and John for not only an interesting walk but also charming and generous hospitality thrown in.

Mary Parker

Further details available from :

Derek Miller Tel: 01428 684362 (Long walk)

Mary Parker Tel: 01483 860339 (Short walk)

The Churt Walk (Mills & Hills) 13^th May 2008

Once again we ordered a beautiful day, sunshine and a cooling easterly wind, perfect for walking. Nineteen of us set off smartly from Frensham Visitor Centre to cover the nine miles of classic woodland and heath. Skirting the Great Pond we passed the hotel and boat club where the boat rigging was gently tapping in the breeze. Such an evocative sound. We soon plunged into woodland, mostly conifers with the bracken young and green and pretty forming a carpet. All along the route we saw rhododendrons, azaleas and flowering trees in full bloom in gardens and on hillsides. Spring scents also came wafting across from time to time – the flowering ones that is - We crossed a stream, a left over from the old mill stream and soon passed Barford Mill. Long ago, mills and millers were an important part of Churt life. Barford Mill was built in 1264 and was rebuilt seventy years later on the other side of the stream! It was still in use during the early part of the 20^th century. Now it forms an imposing three storey private dwelling alongside the two smaller mills Upper and Lower Barford built around the 1730s and used for paper making. These are also now very desirable residences. Farnham golf course was crossed without injury, another steep climb,(we are a very fit lot!) a traverse along a heather covered slope looking over a wooded valley and the hill beyond and up and down the valley for miles. Eventually we passed The Pride of the Valley, taking in with interest the entrance to the sculpture park which some of us plan to visit at a later date. It was then on and up to the Devils Jumps and lunch on the top of Stoney Jump. Not the highest point in Surrey, that is Leith Hill, but it must rank second. The views were stupendous. Scrambling down the very steep stepped hillside, horrid for little legs, we journeyed on passed the Flashes. Can anyone help with the history of these? Please let Ed know if you can. Before long we were back parallel with the main road , within sight of the lake, it’s “beach” and the Centre. A scramble along deep sand and we were back at the kiosk gasping for drinks and ice creams.

Thank you Derek. As always, good exercise, good company and interesting terrain.

Mary Parker

Full report on Yorkshire Dales holiday to follow soon.

Further details available from :

Derek Miller Tel: 01428 684362 (Long walk)

Mary Parker Tel: 01483 860339 (Short walk)

Frensham - 11 April 2008

After Monday's stormy conditions it was with some trepidation that 11 Hambledon Walkers set off on a 6 mile walk from Frensham Great Pond Visitor Centre. The weather was not too bad and we only had a few showers in the morning and luckily the sun came out in the afternoon.

From the Visitor Centre we turned right with Great Pond on our left, skirted the edge of the car park and followed the path around the Pond. At the road we turned left and followed the road for about 100 metres then crossed the road to go on the marked bridleway.

We passed a smaller pond and kept right along the River Wey and then passed Frensham Manor and Mill house. We turned left at the road, then left again at the T junction and then right to a track by a cottage. We followed this track until we came to a stile on the right and crossed the field and over another stile into a wood and up the hill where we turned right on the second path. This path lead us out of the wood, left along a field and then into another wood. Over a stile on our right and ahead along the path and through a gate. We followed the path, joined a track and continued left and came to Hammond Wood Road.

Pass Malt House Cottage on right and then left to a footpath between hedges. Over a footbridge and at the road took a right turn and followed the path up to the Hollybush Pub in Shortfield village. We were made most welcome and all enjoyed a variety of food and eventually continued our walk.

We turned left from the pub and continued to Hollowdene Recreation Ground. Then left and right past trees, keeping the cricket pitch on the right., over a stile and then right down the hill and across the field to the corner. We crossed the footbridge and continued along the path and straight ahead over another track and through a small gate. This lead us on between fences and through another small gate and turned left at the junction.

Over another bridge and alongside St Mary's Churchyard in Frensham village. Left and then right and then right again into Lovers Lane. We followed this path and continued ahead over another path to a road. Then turned left and then right and uphill to a wide mown track where we turned right to go to the Visitor Centre.

Angela Mason

Further details available from :

Derek Miller Tel: 01428 684362 (Long walk)

Mary Parker Tel: 01483 860339 (Short walk)

< Prev		Next >