2021 – walking the walks

Great Heavens! Is it all of five months since I turned my creative muse toward the 'Driving on the Right' blog-u-like? 

Of course it is — but let's be honest here, sod all has been happening to the incumbents of Fortress Bullsmead in 2021 thus far, while just about everything that could be expected to have gone wrong in a country with a government like ours, went wrong or was mismanaged, mis-sold or proved ineffective. And this thing called lockdown, well it has been on and off, mostly on, as my readership will be all too aware.

But let's not rehearse all that over again, beyond noting the sobering fact that some 150 000 UK citizens who might reasonably have expected to be cropping up on the 2021 census have had that pleasure stricken from them by this plague and the Govt's mismanagement of same. And it isn't over yet. But the vaccine roll out is going on apace, organised and administered by the NHS — so standing a much better chance of avoiding the government and its chums cocking things up. At time of writing Madame Melling and self have had the first needle of hope. We expect the second, if things stay on track, early next month.

update insert: I feature the wonderful if decrepit Chawleigh Week Cross above, featuring as it does the route to South Molton Road, which is what Kings Nympton railway station used to be called. We like it. Sadly the fingerpost we discovered (when we passed it again in November 2021) has been removed and replaced with a modern variant of the same thing. We returned to the signpost after a mercy dash to Barnstaple for victuals… Would it still carry the misleading direction to South Molton Road?  Great heavens, yes it does! Rather odd diminutive  none-standard typography don't you think? I wonder how that came about……? 

Now back to the original text of this post.

All I can offer to my public at this time is the thin gruel that follows…

In the true spirit of lockdown, we have done all that can be asked of us to stay safe. Not left the county in fact. Of course, as we live so very close to the southern extremity of North Devon (the boundary runs along the middle of our river hereabouts, more or less) we have occasionally taken our exercise in Mid-Devon, but almost always within a moderate walking distance of HQ, if not quite in plain sight. We have set out to try a few more of what are a rather fragmented designation of rights of way, paths and by-ways – to get our exercise, our constitutional right to roam for an hour (or a bit more) as prescribed as acceptable by HM Govt. during the crisis. 

We have somewhat tired of striding across our local pastures. There are no rights of way there-upon but what the heck, we close the gates after us and even rescue the odd ewe which has decided to end it all by forcing its head through pig wire fencing. But mostly the fields have been empty of stock; that will change now Easter is sorted.  

Our initial walks away from the homestead involve no more than a few minutes drive in one of the company transports. We try to avoid bridleways as horse riders round here do use them, rendering the terra firma almost life threatening to folk on two feet (see below). Wellingtons have been de rigeur of course and we've encountered plenty of fine muds and puddles, notwithstanding. 

We have returned to (some) paths not trodden by us in decades. I can report that the county has made great strides in signposting these rights-of-way, putting in kissing gates, stiles and directional indicators where none existed before. It seems also that the landowners whose sacred acreages these byways cross have now desisted from stretching barbed wire entanglements over the right-of-way, felling trees across, locking or removing entirely access gates and throwing down any county signage that has been erected. I am not saying that all our paths have been completely clear of obstruction – but most have been reasonably obvious – consistent with the mapping on which they are indicated. Only one bull has been encountered and there was a warning sign — so we didn't. Encounter it I mean. We went another way . . .

So this ramble is simply an aide-memoire to your author, of the walks we have done since 2021 began. The illustrations that grace this essay all come from what we freely admit have mostly been walks on the short side: not more than five miles, sometimes as little as two. We walked round Chawleigh along a number of options associated with Shooting Lane; we walked through our own woods up to Eastleigh, Huntersleigh and back to HQ from Leigh Bridge; we took in Chawleigh Week a couple of times, walking down through the woods to the A377, and again to the river via two routes, (see above) once taking in the old lane up into Chulmleigh. We walked from Chulmleigh down to where the Nethercott stream joins the Little Dart and back to Chulmleigh (see below left). 

Slightly further afield, we took in a route from Alswear through to Radley, down to the River Mole and back to Alswear. Another route went from Mariansleigh to Radley via farms either side of the Crooked Oak stream. We have walked a round from Afferton to West Worlington and back to Afferton on the road, trudged from West W. down along the Little Dart eastwards to take in East W. and back. Then there was the Afferton Moor round, along the ridge to woods distant and back via West W, after a tiring stretch on that never ending road. From HQ we went to East Cheldon to try and get back via Winswood Moor as we once could, but now found no way through: there are no paths to take advantage of. Of course, we've done our own Little Dart River Round once or twice. This walk was once almost completely unused: at one time I did it almost weekly and never saw another soul. Dog walkers have found it now. On all the above routes we saw no other walkers save on this last round where it is now almost impossible to undertake it without encountering others doing likewise, usually with inevitable dogs in attendance.

There have been no great sightings. Just pleasant country, memorable trees and hedges, rivers in spate or running normally; drifts of wild daffodils and snowdrops earlier on, then larks, chiffchaffs, lambs etc. A kingfisher here, a dipper there.  Big skies. Light. And the mysterious collection of disintegrating reaper-binders, a score of them or more, at Radley.  Anyway, these walks have given pleasure to us have got us out a bit, given us exercise and fresh air. Not epic, even slightly, just pleasant. We shall do more. Perhaps take in a pub when they finally are allowed to try and make ends meet again.

There is a lot to do in the garden. Some of it even gets done. It is shaping up. We have projects… and there is hope now that the son and heir might just be the next person to grace the household, in late April; he was the last person here when he left us in January… all being well of course, and in accordance with the bally 'roadmap', naturally…

footnote: In accordance with tentative relaxations of the keep-your-distance regulations I was able to meet up with long standing associates recently who have come to live in Buckland Monachorum; to trudge a round taking in Meldon Reservoir, Longstone Hill and the Meldon Viaduct together, on the northern edge of Dartmoor. It made a change and a safe distance was maintained at all times (no kissing or pressing the flesh either).

 

further footnote: What's with all these footnotes? Well, I just don't seem to be able to round this ramble off. So I am concluding here that the walks have seen winter retreat and spring arrive, really here now as demonstrated clearly on the latest walk from Warkleigh to Warkleigh and back round to Warkleigh (look at the OS map if you think I am mistaken: there are two Warkleighs a mile or two apart…). Lovely in every respect. Flowers, birds, sheep, long long views to the west and the north, ancient trees, a fine church… (locked unfortunately) and lots of light, clean cold air, without too many troublesome breezes. No other walkers encountered either. Dry underfoot. Top flight. You've not read all the way to this point  have you? Of course you haven't… Why would you? 

This Walking the Walks post was originated here in the Driving on the Right blog but as it isn't really anything to do with driving on the right, I have copied it to my Pictureposts blog. So that my public aren't utterly confused when they return to savour this post a second or third time (perhaps even more visits than that) I am retaining Walking the Walks here as well,  to avoid confusing those who have already been enlightened by it in this location. In other words, there are two blogs that are graced by this post, one of which you have reached just now.