Sunday 21 October 2012 saw Robert Slater leading one of his popular walks from Hitchin with the lunch stop in Hexton.  Sheila kindly provided no less than 147 memories of the day, most with captions which are shown under each photograph.  Robert himself also took a few photographs and these can be recognised by being in a larger format. 

 

 

 

 

 

A helpful signpost guides the ramblers through Hitchin

 

 

 

 

Well kept paths

 

 

Winter borders on sign

 

 

 

 

And out into the countryside

 

 

 

 

The walkers make their way through fields.

 

 

 

Long horned cattle look a little curious

 

 

 

The path winds on.

 

 

 

 

Safe crossing

 

 

 

No stragglers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well signposted

 

 

 

 

Glimpses of nature everywhere

 

 

 

 

 

 The deserted bench

 

 

Waterfall in majestic foliage

 

 

 

Last night's rain

 

 

An excellent guide

 

 

Modern gates all the way - Hertfordshire County Council are among the best for implementing the policy of easy access to the countryside

 

 

 

O'Reilly by name - 31st cousins I think!!!

 

 

A pole of signs

 

 

The straight and narrow?!!!

 

 

A group discussion of the way

 

 

No Getting Lost

 

 

 

Fields cleared and ploughed

 

 

 

 

Some of us believe that a ramble is not a ramble without mud.  This photograph is reminiscent of another walk that I led in this area on 24 February 2004.

 

 

Two walkers, not to mention the photographer, enjoy the panorama.

 

 

Season's glory

 

 

Autumn colours

 

 

The berries still ripening

 

 

Abundance!!

 

 

Algae filled water at Pirton village

 

 

 

 

Approaching an isolated Church

 

 

 

Walkers need to watch their step - as one walk leader used to say "wher'ere thou goest"!!

 

 

 

 

 

Pause for prayer by Church

 

 

Motte Bailey (the ancient site itself, not the pub nearby of the same name!!)

 

 

 

Not the lunch stop yet

 

 

Stunning buildings and a Maypole on the green

 

 

Ancient village sign

 

 

Leaving Pirton

 

 

Busy roads to cross

 

 

A footpath leads past palatial home

 

 

Note cyclist

 

 

Masgnificent Autumn

 

 

 

 

No time to stop and stare - lunch beckons

 

 

 

Capturing the beauty

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn

 

 

 

Care in crossing busy roads

 

 

 

But not all paths lead to the lunch stop

 

 

 

Reaching a summit the ramblers can catch their breath

 

 

 

No bells but wary walkers spot the approaching cyclist

 

 

 

 

A flock of birds appeared nervous by their presence

 

 

The flight of the kites as they glide in search of prey

 

 

Climb ahead

 

 

It will be hilly - but the highest point in Hertfordshire is only 772 feet

 

 

 

 

 

 

On careful examination the red kites can be seen above the trees

 

 

 

Laces need adjusting

 

 

 

 

 

Nature at its best

 

 

There was an option to go down and up or around

 

 

 

 

Ideally placed bench

 

 

 

Hoping the lunch stop is here

 

 

 

 

A glance to the left reveals a stunning scene

 

 

Another busy road to cross

 

 

Walkers assisted with well marked ways

 

 

 

 

Narrow paths and autumn and a good attendance of committee members

 

 

Lunch at last and a Sunday roast

 

 

I'm told the food was excellent

 

 

 

 

Refreshments and rest

 

 

  

 

We have arrived!!

 

  

 

  

  

More pudding

  

  

  

Already?!!

  

  

Time to walk off the calories

 

 

Pristine villagages abound

 

 

 

Each at their own pace

 

 

A small statement among the greener trees

 

 

 

 

The sheep wonder as the ramblers climb

 

  

  

Comfortable tea rooms in the afternoon

  

  

The village hallopposite

  

  

A worthwhile adage

  

  

And an array of treasures and treats

  

  

And a wonderfull display

  

  

A tempting promise of tea but alas the ramblers couldn't wait

  

  

Warily across a field of cattle

 

 

But walkers continue on route

 

I think I may be lost!!

Twilight

Fallen leaves as twilight turns to darkness

Darkness grows as the last ramble before the clocks go back draws to a close.