This is a very friendly, chatty, happy group. The monthly walks are open to all U3A members. Walks are in different locations and are around 8km / 5 miles in length; we walk at a steady pace. No experience of walking is necessary but appropriate footwear and clothing is essential. Participants should have a sufficient level of fitness to cope with the distance, climbing over stiles and coping with differing terrains. After the walk lunch can be enjoyed by those who wish at a convenient pub or café.

October 2025

8km circuit in Wickham Bishops

The October sunshine greeted the 17 of us who assembled at the Strawberry Tea Room, Olivers Nurseries, Witham.

The first footpath led straight off the car park and immediately we were alongside a field that continued on to a narrow path beside a small brook. Autumn is now with us and leaves scatter the ground hiding tree roots, so we had to tread carefully warning each other as we went.

The walk mainly followed footpaths but also had a few stretches of quiet country lanes where fine houses stood in substantial grounds. We saw a small maze in one garden, a water mill in another and plentiful manicured gardens and trimmed hedges.

Our first pause was at St Peter’s Church. This church dates back to the 12th century and is built of flint rubble, boulder clay, pudding-stone, septaria and pillaged Roman tile and brick. A 15th century porch was added later. This is the old St Peter’s church as in the mid-19th century the church was in poor condition and found to be badly sited for the community (we had discussed where the congregation would have come from), so it was replaced with a new building. It then became a chapel of ease to the new church but was then made redundant in 1970 when the Friends of Friendless Churches took over. In their work they discovered 13th century wall-paintings. Had I read about the church before the walk, we could have admired the east window which apparently won an award for artist Ben Finn.

Crossing on a brick bridge over the former Witham to Maldon railway line we gently climbed only to descend again to join a small private woodland. This was a delight to walk through. Eventually we reached the golf course at Benton Hall where golfers were also enjoying the autumn weather. We were polite to them allowing them to take their shots as we paused – a bit embarrassing for one man whose shot was the worst ever! They were polite too, allowing us to walk safely past before driving along the fairways.

The River Blackwater flows gently through this course, and we followed it for some time before reaching a narrower path. Reaching the former railway line once more we passed below it ducking under a wooden trestle bridge. Sadly, it seems to be decaying rapidly.

As we neared the end of our walk the sun started to disappear and an autumn chill filled the air, but we were warm in the tearoom and enjoyed generous portions of hot, delicious food.

Diane Caulkett

September 2025

Burnham and Creeksea

Due to Diane C. being away on holiday again, I volunteered myself to lead this walk. Having been rather busy with other things I actually left it a bit late possibly. However, I eventually planned and walked a new route from the Star Inn Steeple. It seemed ok, but when I messaged the pub the next day, the landlady said that she was giving up the tenancy, and that the kitchen would be closed. Back to the drawing board.

I had two other routes in mind, but decided to go for the simpler option, a walk from the White Harte Burnham, 18 of us met at the pub shortly before 10, and pre ordered our food. We set off along the sea wall towards the marina. The weather was pretty good, but there was a bit of a nip in the air. Whilst walking along the far side of the marina we spotted a seal very close to the shore. I did manage to take a picture, but on enlargement it lost too much quality, and is not worth showing. We carried on along the sea wall with the grapevines on our left. Paul and Joy decided to take the shorter route and turned right towards the Parlour Café. The rest of us carried on to Creeksea Sailing Club, then up Ferry Road and turned right towards the Parlour Cafe. The group photo shows us outside the Hansel and Gretel type gatekeepers lodge to Creeksea Manor Place. We walked past the café, and followed the railway line to Foundry Road. We walked through the top of the park, and down the side, along the western and southern sides of the old disused caravan site, and onto The High Road via Remembrance Avenue. I believe that we all had lunch and a drink in the White Harte after.

I believe that the next walk will be on Tuesday 28th October.

Ian Parrott

July 2025

Eighteen walkers met at the Star pub in Steeple at 10am. It was lovely to welcome Jackie to the group.

We ordered our lunch and then set off towards Canney road and then the sea wall via a public footpath which is now well signposted. We had a light rain shower on our way to our drink stop near the caravan site, some of us brave people had left our coats in our cars. We had the customary photograph taken, then set off on the next leg of the walk. Despite another shower we kept going at a fair pace. We turned away from the sea wall crossing over a funny stile and bridge onto farm land. It was nice to see that the farmers had planted a wide margin of wild flowers and sunflowers around their fields, providing a safe haven and source of food for many bees and butterflies.

We arrived back at the pub where our lovely lunch was promptly served. The Star is a great base for a walk, the staff are friendly and helpful and you get a good lunch.

Tony and Sue Bridgman

April 2025

Bluebells in Danbury

Arriving at the National Trust Car Park close to the Cricketers Arms, Danbury, we had to jostle for spaces to park. Another larger walking group had arrived. We had booked to eat at the pub, they hadn’t, but they intended to eat there so, having seen the landlord was ready and waiting with menus for us, took advantage of pre-ordering their food - a bit confusing for him at first as he hadn’t bargained on two groups arriving. All was sorted, two lists and off we went.

We were a happy, talkative, friendly group of twelve and bounced our way across a field to a footpath that led through a small wood. Following a variety of paths and quiet roads, we reached the field that looks up to Riffhams. This beautiful house was built in 1815 and is said to be set in one of the most attractive garden landscapes in Essex, about the design of which Humphrey Repton gave some advice. It is always a pleasure to look up to this house. Without stopping to put anyone in the Stocks that are located beside a stile (although there were a few contenders), we reached our first bluebell wood. Although plentiful they are not the most spectacular, that was to come later in Blakes Wood. Walking in Danbury has some of the most strenuous walks we do as the landscape undulates wildly. This adds to the beauty of the area allowing small streams to flow through the woodland where celandines and wood anemones thrive.

Swathes of bluebells covered the ground in Blakes Wood. Deep blue and fragrant, glowing in the sunshine, they were glorious. We took our time passing through here to enjoy them fully.

Old Riffhams is close by and we glimpsed the red brick walls as we turned on a path to gain access to a second wood, Long Wood. Paler-coloured bluebells grow here. Continuing on to Lingwood Common, I had expected to see butterflies, perhaps an adder – but there was nothing of interest. We descended to a track, muddy in parts, and then slogged our way up a footpath, crossed the busy road, took another ascending footpath ending at the churchyard in Danbury. On this high point you can see for miles and Hanningfield Reservoir shone blue today.

We arrived back at the pub early – the other walkers were late!!! Big disappointment for us, and the landlord; the gas and electrics had failed in the kitchen – no food today. A quick discussion, and with a majority decision, we made our way to the Fox & Hounds at Cock Clarks (the Pitch & Putt Group frequent this pub). Originally, we were 10 eating at Danbury but with missed communications we lost two of the group members on the way to Cock Clarks, so ended up with 8.

Top marks to the pub for quick and friendly service.

In spite of all the troubles it was a super day to be out in the fresh air and sunshine, the bluebells didn’t disappoint and everyone seemed pleased with their day.

Diane Caulkett

March 2025

Rettendon

The Saturday before our Tuesday walk, I went off to Hyde Hall to reconnoitre it so as to report on the difficulties; none, just three stiles and a bit of mud, but the group is used to that. It was very disappointing to see a notice on the exit gate of the car park informing visitors they are not allowed to leave their cars in the car park and go off site. We previously had permission. Ignoring it I went off for my walk. On return I spoke to the staff.

The reason for the restriction is the usual, ‘car parking abused by others’. I could not change their minds, so bad luck to them they missed out on 21 lunches, drinks and potential sales in the shop and garden.

Fortunately, the pub down the road, the Rettendon Bell, were super helpful. I spoke to the bar staff, busy this lunchtime, but they took the time to chat to me and explained that the kitchen was closed on a Monday and that the pub didn’t open on Tuesday until 12.00. A quick word with the chef and a plan was hatched. He produced for us a reduced menu, just three mains and a choice of sandwiches for us to pre-order by Monday. From my point of view, the walk is more or less identical.

So, to get back to the walk.

It was a beautiful Spring day and, as we congregated in the car park, the 21 walkers were full of joy and bubble. After a short spell on a pavement that allowed everyone to catch-up with their news, we turned onto a hidden narrow footpath, so conversation ceased as we climbed gently in single file. The chatter returned as we emerged onto open grassland.

Our photo opportunity was an obvious choice – taken by a beautiful, horse structure. The nearby house also offers distractions: blue bottles (not to be confused with bluebottles), hang in a tree, and a blue monkey climbs a silver birch; all very amusing.

Reaching Buckhatch Lane we descended on a narrow road. Goodness knows why it was so busy today. When I walked it, nothing passed. We were forever shouting ‘car’, ‘bicycle’, to each other – in the end I got my whistle out but by that time we had reached our turn off up a quiet lane. I’ve never used my whistle before but it works a dream. When you are leading a walk doesn’t mean that you are always at the front. Ascending gently, we reached a crossroad of footpaths. Naturally not everyone knows what route I am taking and people often miss a turning, this crossroads for example, and later on a gate in a field; shouts from me are never heard but today a blast from my whistle stopped everyone dead – brilliant.

At said crossroad a third of the group chose to walk the shorter route that missed a climb and a lumpy, slightly muddy, bridleway, and knocked a kilometre off the walk.

The rest off us continued uphill, managing to traverse the muddy parts without too much difficulty. Waiting in a wider part of the path to pass through a gate, a beautiful, grey horse came along the bridleway, I advised one member to mind the horse, ‘what horse’, he said ‘the one behind you’ – thinking I was joking he turned round and I have never seen anyone more surprised and jump away so quickly, (we did laugh). Grapevines are being planted everywhere, I expect you have noticed, and this area is no exception. We crossed here a newly planted field of vines, sprouting nicely, and then descended across fields to join the other walkers, and continue on back to the pub.

The food came out quickly and I can highly recommend their fish and chips. We were good custom for them as there were only two other people in the pub that lunchtime.
-Diane Caulkett

February 2025

Tillingham

Fifteen of us met at the Fox and Hounds, Tillingham shortly before 10am to pre-order our lunch. There was plenty of parking available in and around the square, and after waiting for the last-minute arrivals and telephone calls that had to be made, we set off at about 10 past 10. Ian was leading the group on this occasion because Diane C. was out in Australia once again.

We headed south down Tillingham Road walking on the footways. The weather was dry, but felt a bit cool at first. At the sharp bend we turned left down Grange Road and followed the road into the marshes, and just kept walking. There was very little traffic on the road so we were able to walk 3 or 4 abreast. We continued into Keelings Road, and half way along Paul and Joy turned right to take a shorter route back to Tillingham. The rest of us continued on to the Dengie Manor and turned right along Manor Road. The weather had improved a bit and had become a bit warmer and the sun was almost breaking through. Nearing Southminster Road, Paul and Joy suddenly appeared from a footpath on the right.

Apparently they had diverted from their planned shorter route because there was a path across a field which was quite muddy. We crossed over Southminster Road, and followed a footpath north to Vicarage Lane. Tony and Sue went back to their car and left, and the rest of us went to the Fox and Hounds for food and drinks.

I believe the next walk is on Tuesday 25th March, and hopefully Diane C. will be there to lead us.

Ian Parrott

January 2025

Althorne to Burnham on Crouch (7.5km)

Rain and wind said the forecast, but with this wild weather we seem to be experiencing, it was changing from one minute to the next. My weather app indicated that rain would end at 11.15 – it did.

Instead of driving to our walk’s start we were to catch the 331 bus leaving Burnham Clock Tower at 10.15. Anne and I were to be the last boarding the bus, catching it at Eve’s Corner; I half expected that we would be the only two on the bus and our back-up plan was to stay on the bus, have a coffee at Althorne, and catch the next bus back. It was such a super surprise to find 15 other walkers already on the bus, most flashing their bus passes. What a

lovely way to greet the group, all smiling happily and looking eager to leave the warmth of the bus to be out walking: it was good too to welcome four new members to the group.

Peering through the steamed-up windows to make sure we didn’t miss our stop, we alighted at Althorne and headed south. After a short stretch of pavement, we briefly turned west and followed an unmade round that led to a footpath, and eventually up to

St Andrew’s Church. This Grade 2 listed church with its tower dating back to around 1500 has been a focal point for the village for over 700 years, and is currently requiring extensive and expensive repairs. A security fence keeps people from venturing too close to the building, but the big crack in the sidewall is clearly visible. It was an easy descent passing down the road beside the Crouch Valley Winery; we passed the rail station, and on reaching the sea wall, headed east. I was hoping the wind would be from the southwest to push us along but it was southerly, so we had a breezy walk back to Burnham-on-Crouch. It was intermittently muddy underfoot, sometimes very muddy – we only had one person slip, no injuries, just a bit of embarrassment and some muddy clothes.

By the time we reached Cliff Reach, the sun was shining, so we paused and took in the view. Leaving the sea wall at Creeksea we took the footpaths up to the Parlour Café. We actually chose to sit outside at tables in a covered area where we enjoyed our drinks and food, a shower of rain didn’t dampen our spirits. Top marks to the Parlour for bringing out the refreshments really quickly.

I don’t know what everyone talks about but it was non-stop from the moment we boarded the bus to the time we left the cafe; I feel really lucky to have such a pleasant group to lead. We were each walking back to different parts of Burnham; I went north with two others and the rest went east and then split in various directions. It was such a good morning out.

Ian Parrot will be leading the walk in February, if anyone wants to join that walk please contact Ian (his details can be found in the Pitch & Putt group’s details at the back of the magazine).

Diane Caulkett

December 2024

A Local Walk

With our usual walking day falling on Christmas Eve, it was decided that instead we would meet on the Saturday after Christmas. It was to be slightly different than usual in that instead of going to a pub, we would return to my house for mulled wine and refreshments. Having pre-warned the group to ‘bring a plate of food’ for us all to share it was touch and go to see if we would end up with plates of minced pies and nothing else. I need not have worried – there were dips and crisps, sausage rolls and pigs in blankets, salmon and prawn sandwiches, a delicious homemade quiche, flapjacks and lemon drizzle cake, melon on sticks with ham, pate and biscuits, cheese, grapes and of course, a minced pie or two. What a banquet!

Seventeen of us set off just after 10.00. After the previous day of living in a sea of mist, we were blessed with just slightly hazy skies that gave a mystified look to the landscape.

However, the damp of the previous day had left the paths very muddy.

We headed west and followed the line of the Mangapps Railway Line. No one else was walking and the steam trains failed to appear. The first stile we came to we had no choice but to climb over: the next we did have a choice. Trying to be a responsible leader I stuck to the footpath and climbed over the stile, the group however, were having nothing to do with it and opened a gate adjacent to it and walked through – black marks for them.

Just one ploughed field caused us some problem as our path should have gone diagonally across it to the Southminster by-pass. We opted for the easier route taking two sides of a triangle to emerge at the same point. This was probably the stickiest mud of the whole walk.

Heading south from the main road to cut through to Stoney Hills a tree barred the footpath. So easy to walk around but the group decided they would clamber over it – in fairness to them they stuck to the path this time, and I didn’t.

We arrived back cheerful and happy and tucked into the wine and beers and the delicious banquet waiting for us.

I am so lucky to have such a super group of people to walk with and hope that 2025 brings the same amount of pleasure for both them and myself.

26th November 2024

Heybridge Basin & Maldon

The walk this month was from Heybridge Basin to Maldon and back, ending at the Old Ship pub for lunch. The day dawned amazingly bright and a group of 14 of us gathered outside the pub at 10.15 to give our lunch orders. The view of the river as we set off was spectacular

- sparkling water, colourful boats and an unbroken blue sky. Even the mud looked attractive! We crossed over the lock and along the river with the iconic views of St. Mary's church and Maldon Quay ahead of us. There was a good range of birdlife on display, notably flocks of avocet and golden plover and a selection of ducks.

Despite recent rain the path was quite dry and we stayed on the top of the riverbank for our walk. As we approached the outskirts of Maldon a couple of us turned off to pick up the canal and make our way back to the Basin (and a coffee at Wilkins tea rooms!) while the rest continued further into Heybridge onto the canal path via the Black Bridge, then back via the towpath.

We all met back at the pub where we sat overlooking the water until our food arrived. I think we all agreed that such beautiful weather made our day - and the company and food weren't bad either!
-Sue Bridgeman

October 2024

Circuit Around Woodham Walter (7km)

Once again, the sun shone for us giving a perfect walking day. With days of rain beforehand, I was expecting mud but even that was minimal.

11 of us met at the Warren Golf Club, Woodham Walter, ordered our lunch and jauntily set of north-east along a green lane that emerged at the playing fields close to the church and the Bell pub. Here two more walkers joined us; they are in training for their planned walk next year walking the Camino de Santiago. We were all travelling ‘light’ but they had weighted rucksacks and walking poles to give a more authentic experience.

Adjacent to a stream through woods, we noticed plenty of fungi growing in the dampness. By the end of the day, we had noticed bracket fungus, russulas, puffballs, parasol mushrooms and many more unidentified.

Following a series of paths through farmland, crossing a field completely bare of crops with an indistinct footpath across it, we arrived at the far side and entered into a wood. The path here undulated and footbridges helped us over streams. The variety of countryside is what is so nice about this walk. For those who took the time to pause and look back before entering this wood had a view northward for miles, and although there was nothing special to see the scene, with just a light mist covering it, was stunning.

We walked along chattering as we went and eventually entered our last wood of the day, Thrift Wood. Any time of year this is a beautiful wood. In Autumn the sweet chestnuts fall, squirrels gather them, the fallen leaves of all colours lie on the ground and we shuffled our feet through them (we discussed coming back here to see the bluebells in the Spring).

The golf course was busy and it was with caution that we crossed it. The two walkers in training carried on for a further small circuit and joined us later in the clubhouse. The food was delicious and empty plates proved that. Somehow or other we decided we would have a blind wine tasting evening, just for fun, and organised between ourselves – a nice thing to look forward to now the winter months are here.
-Diane Caulkett 

September 2024

Circuit from Forrester Park Golf Club (7km)

There was a chill in the air when we met at the Golf Club, but it wasn’t far into the walk when the sun began to appear and the temperature rose.

Just a short distance along the road we gently climbed to the unique farm house of Scripps Farm.  An odd shaped building with brick work, wooden timbers and a balcony to catch the sunrise.  We looked east to see their view and on this clear day it extended to the River Blackwater.  We didn’t notice the airfield here but apparently there is a grass one, no hangar, and it is assumed by airfield authorities that it is just to welcome guests.  We climbed to the dizzy heights of 80 metres with Beacon Hill (83m), just a short way to the north.

Another footpath crossed fields and we were grateful that after the overnight rains, the ground remained almost dry.  We made our way through village footpaths to a grassed footpath that ran beside private fishing lakes.  No-one fishing and no wildlife to be seen, but it was a pleasant stretch.  Earlier we had passed a paddock with a tiny Shetland Pony grazing in it and here too we came to another paddock with three of the little chaps, so cute.  In the field opposite was an elderly looking cob with a long mane that had been carefully plaited; unfortunately the plaits closest to his forelock had come apart and the long hairs fluttered annoyingly in his face.

The parish church of St Peter’s, stands quite remotely and isolated in rural farmland.  It is a Grade 11 listed building, dates back to the 13^th century, was restored in 1878-9, and is open to the public.  Inside the church is well-kept and when I first walked this walk, the adjoining hall was vibrant with youngsters having a toddler group session with their mums.  Outside, in 2012, the church underwent a major programme of repairs as the roofs were retiled, the spire reshingled, and the weathervane regilded.  It looks fabulous.

It was a bit sticky on the field that followed but the worst came a few kilometres further on were we had to cross a bare field of sticky mud.

Reaching the golf course, we skirted a short way along the edge and then crossed on the footpath.  It was a very quiet day on the course and we had no problems with any golfers.  This footpath climbed gently and reaching the top we could look across the fields to the west and see the ridge we had followed earlier in the day.

Our meals were served promptly and were delicious; we shall return.
-Diane Caulkett 

August 2024

Circuit from Bunsay Downs Golf Club, Little Baddow (8.5km)

After two visits confirming our group was lunching, it was a bit disappointing to arrive at Bunsay Downs to find they had decided to close their restaurant for the day. However, they had made contingency plans for us. We could place our lunch order at Bunsay and drive around the corner to eat it at the more luxurious Warren Golf Club.

The nine of us were away shortly after 10.00. The sun was shining and everyone was happily chatting. A short stretch of road led us to a footpath crossing a field of harvested beans that led slightly up hill to a series of gates crossing between paddocks (no horses in sight). This was to be a day of lanes and footpaths. The next footpath led us downhill through more harvested fields that made easy walking. A lane led to the last descending footpath and we emerged close to the Chelmer & Blackwater Navigation at Hoe Mill Lock where there was some drama. This bridge, for safety reasons, has been narrowed by means of cement posts leaving only inches each side for one car to pass through. At the northern side are huge, heavy plastic barriers and here there was a fire engine with blue lights flashing. As we neared, we could see a car wedged between the barriers having pushed one over. A lady told us the car had come along, hit the bridge and spun (seemed unlikely, but that is what she said). Nevertheless, the fire brigade was in the process of extricating the damaged car.

The Navigation looked so pretty in the sunlight and we followed it for a couple of kilometres. There was not much activity on either land or water. Part way along there stands a bench engraved with ‘Dudley Courtman A Friend of the Navigation’, this may not mean anything to the rest of the group but Dudley was a very good friend of mine who taught me to Eskimo Roll kayaks and also how to do various paddle strokes in a Canadian canoe enabling me and my husband to canoe down the rivers Dordogne, Loire and Danube. I didn’t know the bench existed so it was a pleasure for me to see it used by my walking group. Shortly after, we turned off ready to start the climb back to the Club; the benefits of a climb though are that you get a view and this one looks north beyond Hatfield Peverel to the Notleys. The last lane took us past Chamberlain Cottage a house with its name in plaster and below that the inscription ‘3 acres and’ and below those words an embossed cow and the date 1888 – we pondered if it meant the cottage had 3 acres and just one cow or ???? – anyone any ideas?

In a convoy we left Bunsay and drove to the Warren, enjoyed our lunch and left with the news that we can in the future start walks from here.
-Diane Caulkett

July 2024

Tillingham Circuit (5.6 miles, 9km)

In 1830 Western Australia declared their state bird emblem to be the Black Swan; who would have thought that walking in the Dengie we would see these lovely birds? Western Australia also has as its flower emblem the Green Kangaroo Paw and as its animal emblem, the Numbat – sadly, neither of those were sighted!

In the rare, brief silences the humming of insects could be heard and it was suggested that one day we should have a ‘silent' walk, but that is never going to happen with this group, we chatter continually. One of the discussions was about the identification of pale blue flowers growing on tall stems beside the fields; looking through my wildflower book later I think it is possibly chicory. That led to a conversation about a local sighting of a flower crab spider, a spider I'd never heard of, let alone seen one, but coincidences do happen. Later, sitting having a cup of tea at home, a white spider crept up my arm, a flower crab spider! I tried to photograph it but it is fairly small and agile and so wasn't very successful; it fell off me and scurried away and hasn't been seen since. You must be thinking this is a wildlife report so I had better get on with telling you about the walk.

Sixteen of us met in the car park at Tillingham and headed west along the St Peter's Way. There was a threat of a shower and everyone had come prepared with waterproofs, everyone except me that is, as my weather app did not indicate rain at all. For a good 2kms we strode along before turning south. The crops here had not been cut so the countryside looked ‘busy' and very English. We met a lady walking her three dogs but shortly after passing us one of them, an elderly labrador, decided he liked us better than his owner.

However much she called the dog, it would not return to her and she came running back to fetch him. We paused so she could reach us and collect him; apparently Boris, that's his name, sadly has dementia and is deaf. She was one of only two people we met on the walk.

Not much of significance happened until we reached the sand and gravel pits north of Asheldham where we encountered an extremely overgrown path; I had previously warned them I hadn't had time to walk the route. We fought our way through brambles and nettles with Tony wielding his stick in anger management style, beating them down. We eventually emerged, almost unscathed, onto a more open footpath. Next problem was finding a bridge that crosses a ditch in order to access the adjacent field which we needed to cross. We eventually found it hidden deeply amongst brambles and nettles, and was totally impassable. Not too much of a problem as we could skirt around a hedge but then were confronted with a field of crops (lucerne someone said), and no sign of any footpath crossing it. The farmer obviously did not think it important enough to keep the footpath free of crops so, as the footpath is marked on the map as going diagonally across the field from the bridge to the next finger post, off we went in single file, making a beeline to the post. It was near that point that we saw the black swans on a lake protected by an electric fence, live, as one keen photographer painfully found out.

With the delays on that difficult part of the walk, we were now quite tight for time to be at the Fox and Hounds for 12.30 (at the landlord's request we had pre-ordered our lunch 2 days previously) and so put on a spurt for the last stretch. The pub was busy with lunchtime drinkers but we were served our drinks and food promptly. Another really enjoyable morning.
- Diane Caulkett

25th June 2024

Stow Maries Circuit

Our May walk with Diane Caulkett was on a fairly wet morning, so there were only 8 of us that started. All made it round ok, though slightly bedraggled. As Diane was not going to be here for the June walk, she had the bright idea, not long after we started, that all 7 of us present should jointly lead the June walk following the same route. Thus, enabling a greater number of people to enjoy it.
This would have been ideal, if we hadn’t had such a total reversal in the weather on the day. Tuesday 25th June dawned bright, with a clear blue sky, very little wind and an expected temperature of 25 degrees. This resulted in another low turnout – this time there were nine
of us at the start, including only 2 of us from the previous walk. Luckily I had walked it out the previous week, so I was confident we wouldn’t get lost.
We started out from the back of the car park at the Prince of Wales Pub at Stow Maries, heading up a fairly steep hill, which everyone coped with ok. We then circled round the Stow Maries Great War Aerodrome. (Well worth a visit. They are open 10.00 until 15.00 Friday, Saturday and Sunday plus have special events like a Vintage Garden Party, 14th July, An Escape Room Experience, 20th July, and The Great War Living History Weekend, 27th and 28th July).
Crossing the field at the end of the runway we passed masses of butterflies, mainly Meadow Browns, and saw a skylark rise up out of the grass close to us. Carrying on towards Crow Lane we saw a Red Kite off in the distance.
There was a short cut available, which cut the walk down to 3 miles. Two of our number very sensibly decided that, due to the heat, they would take that so, after making sure they knew where to go, the remaining seven of us carried on. Although several later wished they had also taken the opportunity. Passing a couple of large ponds full of Goldfish and Koi Carp and with many dragonflies and blue damselfly we headed across a field of lilac flowers (borage?), which we had to forge our way through as the footpath had not been reflattened.
Then the blessed relief of a shady forested path downhill. Heading up to old Woodham Ferrers we skirted the edge of the village and started our return trip.
Downhill to a shaded area where we stopped for a break. I think it may have been the sight of the steep hill ahead of us that was the finishing touch for one of our stalwart members. Still feeling very faint after lying down for some time it was decided that there was no possibility that Sue would be able to complete the walk. Luckily we were able to contact our Short Cut takers, Jan and Jean so, with the assistance of Tony and Ian to ensure she made it ok, Sue retraced her steps to the Bell at Woodham Ferrers, where Jan was able to pick them up.
Now down to four, Liz, Linda, Diane and I headed up the hill and were rewarded with magnificent views across the Crouch Valley. Pressing on past Edwins Hall we started downhill and turned down towards the Woodham Road and across to the raised path of the old South Woodham to Maldon Railway line. This gave us another break from the heat, heading along the wooded track and then finally back to the road where the sight of the Prince of Wales pub was very welcome.
Re-uniting with the rest of our team we enjoyed a cool drink and delicious lunch in the marquee in the courtyard of the pub.
- Phil Flack

May 2024

Stow Maries Circuit

The forecast was not good for our May walk and with so many cancellations, oddly enough not weather related, I thought I would be walking alone. However, seven others turned up at the Prince of Wales, Stow Maries all sensibly with their waterproofs and, as so often, the rain was not as bad as the forecast suggested and in fact, it was the wet, long grass that wetted us more than the rain. The publican was on hand to take our lunch orders and we happily set-off.
A short way on I had a good idea in that, as I was to be absent from the June Walk, and there were so few walkers this month, the seven of them jointly lead an identical walk next month. I encouraged them to pay attention to the route but it was a bit disconcerting when most of them couldn’t remember how we had left the pub, and which way the two turns we had already made went left or right – oh dear.
We strode uphill pausing to look backwards over the River Crouch; this was to be the first of only two climbs. In spite of all the rain we had had recently the ground underfoot was good but we took good care on the stile and a couple of wooden bridges we crossed over ditches. An overgrown gap in a hedge, easy to miss, took us into an open field adjacent to the Stow Maries Airfield; quiet today but over the Bank Holiday weekend it had been a lot busier and with air traffic coming and going, the footpath we were on had been rerouted. It was an easy stretch along sealed farm tracks and quiet roads until we reached a path near to Hollands Farm. When I walked the walk a week or so before I had taken a wrong footpath and returned to find the correct one – I did find it but unfortunately ran out of time to do the whole walk and assumed that it was going to be obvious. Not so, a fingerpost was no help at all as it had fallen over and pointed precariously to the ground and a field full of young peas blocked our way. The map showed that the footpath followed to the right of the power lines and we gingerly stepped across the field, single file and walking in each other’s steps so as not to damage the crops. Having reached the far side we did eventually find the footpath but I’m not sure it was the correct route to it – so, you seven leaders, good luck with that.
Descending into North Woodham Ferrers we passed behind the Bell pub and climbed on a good path across a field of crops to Edwins Hall. Downhill all the way now through the vineyard, across the road and joined the disused railway track for the last section back to the pub. Two others joined us for lunch and the ten of us squeezed around a table and enjoyed the ample lunch portions and the good company.
- Diane Caulkett

March 2024

Bluebell Walk (7.5km)

When I reconnoitred this walk the sun shone and it was a glorious day. Unfortunately, on the day of the walk that was not the case. However, it didn’t deter 16 walkers who met at The Rodney in Little Baddow. We were lucky though and the light drizzle soon stopped and returned just at the end of our walk.
Food ordered and we were off on a footpath directly opposite the pub. It climbed gently through paddocks and then reached Scrub Wood, where we climbed some more. There were bluebells here but not the best. Further on a green lane led us uphill in an avenue of bluebells, such a good sight. Bluebells were not the only flowers as wood anemones, celandines and stitchwort adorned the banks.

A slight wrong turn through the woods was a good move as it turned out, as a huge swathe of bluebells spread out through the woodland; but the best were to come later. We meandered through woods and lanes eventually reaching Ling Wood where deep bluebells lined a track, not our track but it was a good photo opportunity. The climax came in Blakes Wood where the flowers never disappoint and today was no exception – they were magnificent. Further into the wood were more, equally stunning.
Having climbed throughout the first part of the walk it was now a long descent back to the pub where we all enjoyed lunch.
- Diane Caulkett

March 2024

Mundon Circuit (7.5km)

It was a glorious morning when 13 of us met for our March walk. With our lunches pre- ordered at the Bistro, Maylandsea, we set off along the seawall heading west following the route of the St Peter’s Way. The tide was low, but flooding, the wind light and the birds sang to us (not that most noticed them with all the chatter going on).

The first stretch of the seawall is single file and we all stepped aside to let a dog walker pass

– typical dog, gets in front and then decides to have a comfort break, so we all filed past him. The rest of the walk had wider paths and we didn’t meet anyone at all. Leaving the seawall and the St Peter’s Way, and by way of sturdy bridges, we crossed drainage dykes reaching a meadow. The watercourses had recently been cleared of reeds but where they hadn’t been cleared, the reeds grew densely. For no apparent reason the footpath does a dog leg in this meadow causing us to walk two sides of a triangle, equilateral I would say, the third side followed the fence and we couldn’t really see the reason why the path cut across the meadow but, being a leader, I stick to the marked paths. Crossing another bridge brought us to a field where we headed north and once again rejoined the St Peter’s Way.

Four people opting for a shorter walk chose to leave us at this point and make their way back via this Long-Distance Footpath.

The rest of us made our way to the Mundon Oaks, now enclosed in a wire fence and protected by security devices – in his keenness to get a good photo one member got too close and set the security alarm ringing!! These majestic, dead trees (sometimes referred to as fossilised) have been aged at about 800-900 years old and most likely died several centuries ago, probably as a result of saltwater incursion from the river Blackwater.

Personally, I think they look best on a dull day as they give off a mysterious air but today backed by blue sky, they still have an awe about them. We didn’t quite replicate their twisted branches but had a jolly good try (next page!).

Next stop was the delightful St Mary’s Church, recently restored by the Friends of Friendless Churches. I read that the earliest part of the church dates from the 14th century and it has had various additions after that; it has hardly been touched since the 19th century and is now Grade 1 listed. We were able to visit the interior, peaceful and well kept. For anyone who has not visited this small church I would advise you to go, it is a gem.

Leaving the St Peter’s Way at this point we headed east along a long stretch of green lane, turned right crossing a field and headed back along the seawall to Mundon. The water by now had risen and gave a completely different look to the coastal landscape.

A really enjoyable morning culminating in our food arriving promptly and speaking for myself, it was delicious.
- Diane Caulkett

January 2024

Bicknacre (8kms)
The forecast for our first walk of the year was not good; wind and rain were promised – we were lucky, neither was too bad, and on the bright side, it was warm. Everyone had come prepared. They had also been promised mud and weren’t disappointed!
Thirteen of us met at the White Elm Garden Centre, Bicknacre where the tearoom took our orders and on return, served our meals promptly – we were well looked after. The first part of the walk, although short, is beside the busy road and it was a relief to gain access to the wide footpath/green lane heading southwest. It’s a delightful track and almost a kilometre long. Plenty of space to walk in pairs or threes, to chat and catch up after the Christmas break. Cutting through a hedge we walked beside a field and soon joined the St Peter’s Way going east. This is where the serious mud started. There was no escape from it so we walked cheerfully on with our boots getting heavier and heavier as we went. Circuiting Wickham’s Farm gave us some respite and time was spent cleaning boots – to no avail, more mud was to come. It always strikes me as odd that people tiptoe round the muddy patches when they are muddy already. Nobody fell over in the mud but one member,
whilst on his mini-detour avoiding the mud, got his foot entangled in a straggling, bramble bush that caused him to trip. No harm done.
At Corporation Bridge we did a 45-degree turn. There is a small layby here popular with dog walkers who had placed boards over a particularly muddy patch – this to me was more hazardous than sploshing through the mud but most walked the planks. We were now
heading into the breeze but underfoot was good so we were able to keep a good pace. Near Prentice’s Farm I was sure we had to cut across a field diagonally but crops were growing, the finger post had fallen over and was no help, so we decided to walk on a track on the other two sides of the triangle and join the path later.
Turning northwest we got to our muddiest field of the day that also had a slight incline. On reaching Thrift Wood, a welcome change to walking across fields, the mud lessened and we shortly rejoined the green lane back to the Garden Centre.
Two others joined us for lunch and judging by the empty plates, all seemed to enjoy their meals and, of course, the company is always good.
- Diane Caulkett

November 2023

Fifteen of us met at the Star Inn, Steeple, to pre-order lunch. We then drove to St. Lawrence Church on the hill to commence the walk, which we would have started from Tillingham but neither of the pubs there are open for lunch on a Tuesday. The weather was cool but hardly noticeable due to very light winds and constant sunshine. We started walking down the road towards Tillingham and then turned off to pick up St. Peter's Way. The fairly wide grassy paths were a bit soft but not overly muddy. We arrived in Tillingham and walked past the Fox and Hounds. We then turned right at the Cap and Feathers and followed the road to a big farm where we continued to walk along a tarmacked farm track. Crossing over Reddings Lane we walked along the side of fields until we reached the Southminster Road. It was tarmac all the way back to the church from there with fine views over the River Blackwater. Once at the church we drove back to the Star Inn for lunch.
- Ian Parrott

August 2023

Mayland Circuit (8kms)
This was not a strenuous walk but the long grass made progress slow. Everyone trod carefully avoiding unseen holes, brambles and who knows what. They were all very stoic about it and I said if I got five complaints, I would cease being group leader, that silenced them!!

Fifteen of us met at the Mayland Bistro where Keith was almost ready to take our orders for lunch. Three others who could not walk came along later and joined us to eat. It was perfect weather for a seawall walk with bright sunshine making the colours glow especially the bright green weed covering the mud. The marina itself is interesting where boats in all stages of restoration or fitting out are on display; a Thames Barge added extra interest. For the birdwatchers there was plenty to see and for the photographers, endless opportunities.
Sometimes I feel the walk takes second or third place but that’s great, it suits all.

So, we set off bright and happy following the St Peter’s Way eastwards. We jauntily walked through a tree-lined alley and bravely crossed the horse field. We had a delay at the stile on the far side of this field as men were wielding electric saws and cutting back foliage. All safely over and then the long grass. However, the views were magnificent and the lakes to the left pretty with purple and yellow flowers growing around them.

I won’t say we got through the long grass section quickly, because we didn’t, but everyone emerged unscathed and unscratched. After the obligatory group photo (next page), the group spread out somewhat. I may be leader but spent most of my time at the rear and the five of us in that group had a brief chat with a lone man unsuccessfully searching for fossilised shark’s teeth. They are hard to find but once you get your eye in you usually find several – he said he had found some fossilised lobster shell. Apart from a few dog walkers near to the marina, he was the only person we met.

Lunch was served quickly and was delicious. It is really nice that conversation never ceases and for me especially to have a group where everyone gets on so well.
Next month Sue and Tony, in my absence, have kindly offered to lead the walk and plan to walk from Steeple – details will be sent to group members.
- Diane Caulkett

July 2023

Althorne (7.5km)

This was a local walk starting at the Huntsman & Hounds, Althorne. Work was underway on the thatch roof and the skilled workers had thatched a fox running on the ridge; the job is only half done and I wonder if a pair of hounds will be on the other end. The landlord was
waiting for us, 19 group members arrived on time, placed their lunch orders and we split into two parties. Normally we walk as one group but there was a slight variation today as the walk had eleven stiles; ten of these could be avoided by driving a short way on and joining
us on a grass verge beside the Althorne Playing Fields (six took this option).

Stiles vary enormously and we had a fair selection today; low ones, high ones, narrow ones and rickety ones. One in particular was really rickety especially the first step up. We found if someone crossed the stile they could pounce on the lower step and catapult the others
over. Health and safety would have had something to say about that, and I do try and lead my group safely, so (boringly) the lower step was just steadied. I’m not sure why but today the walkers were like gazelles and even with so many climbing over the stiles we were making good time.

Arriving at the meeting point the six others were nowhere to be seen instead they were lounging on a park bench facing away from us just enjoying the day – that’s fine but we have a walk to do! A track led us to a footpath and another stile that led into a field with some cows. When I walked through a short while back, they were in the middle of the field and took little notice of me but today they were plumb on the footpath, by a fence, and had a tiny calf with them. I thought it best not to go through the field but the consensus was that the cows were docile. Now I know cows with calves can be unpredictable, so first rule, don’t get between cows and calf - we didn’t. Second rule, don’t alarm them and keep a wide berth, we did. Third rule, keep together so that you appear big, obviously no-one heard me because they set off in a long straggly line to the middle of the field – shouting to them was not an option; I mentally abandoned all responsibility for them. However, we all
arrived safely to the exit gates and the cows just idly watched.

Flattened by the recent rain, long grass slowed our progress over the next field that climbed gently; from the ridge we could see both the Rivers Crouch and Blackwater - then a short, sharp shower fell. Waterproofs on, waterproofs off. Descending from the ridge we walked on a footpath beside the road down to Althorne Station, crossed the rail line, and continued on to the seawall. It was so pretty by the river. The sun shone, waders called and bountiful butterflies danced around us. The lack of rain was highlighted by a string of Canada geese waddling across the cracked mud of a dried-out pond to our left.

A long climb over farm fields took us back to the ridge. Down a track behind the houses, I took the group to the St Andrews church. This church has served the community for 700 years but today access is forbidden and it is surrounded by a fence; visibly a huge crack can be seen in the stonework.

Back at the pub, the whole group reunited and enjoyed a lunch served promptly and with the added pleasure of an after eight mint given to each of us at the end of the meal.
- Diane Caulkett

June 2023

Bunsay Downs (7km)

Twelve of us met at Bunsay Downs Golf Club and 12 of us finished, one sadly permanently, as it was the last walk for Dave McD due to his leaving the area; I am sure, like me, you will wish him plenty of happy walks in his new locality.
It was a perfect day for walking, not too hot, not too windy and bone dry. It also seemed to be a popular day for golf (well actually I only saw the golf trolleys as their owners were enjoying the huge ‘Hole in One’ breakfasts in the restaurant). Having placed our lunch orders, we set off jauntily from the clubhouse taking the footpath close by. Descending slightly, we reached the Warren Golf Course, crossed it without difficulty, only three golfers on this course, and reached the footpath at the far side. Brambles were our only hazard but with swift action from Phil and Dave, who bent back the offending branches, and me wielding the secateurs, we passed them unscathed.
If anyone had chosen the shorter walk this would have been where we would have parted company, but all were ready for the planned circuit. Thrift Wood is a delight in all seasons and we walked through on a good footpath on its eastern perimeter. Apart from one man and his dog, we saw nobody until almost the end of the walk. Someone has to be at the front of the walk, usually me for obvious reasons, and someone has to be last, a ‘back marker’; we had two today but they were redundant as the group walked at a steady pace and kept in a tight bunch. This proved to be a bonus as when we reached St Michael’s (St Michael the Archangel) Church at Woodham Walter, the doors were open and we had time to visit. At first, when we approached the church, we thought there was a graveside funeral taking place as the vicar was speaking to a small group of people around her; out of respect we shushed each other and the endless chatter ceased instantly. However, it wasn’t a
funeral and seemed to be a talk of some kind and, a bonus for us, the church door was open so, never missing an opportunity, we entered. It is a beautiful church with bright stained glass windows to the east and west. Brass commemorative plaques decorate the organ pipes; everything seemed in good order. The church is said to be the only Elizabethan church in Essex, and only one of 6 in England. Built in 1563, the church is believed to be the first consecrated after the Elizabethan Settlement of 1559. We were lucky to find, not only the vicar, but also a man who knew a lot about the history of the church and was more than willing to share his knowledge with us. He said that although the church was built in 1563 much of the interior, including the font and some pillars, are older and may have come from a previous church. He pointed out some graffiti on the pillars, one in particular, that has been dated between 1450 and 1500. We were having a discussion amongst ourselves as to
whether there were bells in the church as we couldn’t see any bell pulls. The vicar came to the rescue and showed us three thin ropes beside an interior wall that were pulled outwards, rather than downwards, and in doing so each rang a bell – aided by a sheet fixed
to the wall that showed a pattern for pulling the ropes, a tune was produced, as she demonstrated perfectly. A lovely old lady came up to us followed by her husband and excitedly told us that 65 years ago they were married in this church – she was very proud to have received a card from the Queen on her previous special wedding anniversary (perhaps she will receive a 65th from the King).
We left the church feeling as though we had had a special experience.
Crossing a park and following a wide track we once more reached the Warren Golf Club and retraced our steps back to Bunsay Downs. It was an enjoyable lunch with so much chatter and every plate of food was devoured enthusiastically; portions were large. It was also a nice touch to have carafes of water put on the table.
A lovely day – see you all next month.
- Diane Caulkett

23rd May 2023

In the absence of our leader, Tony and I agreed to organise this month’s walk. We decided to keep it simple, taking the train to Althorne and walking back along the cliff-top to the Parlour Café for lunch. The only risk to this was would there be any trains? Fortunately, there wasn’t a strike till the following week so we decided that the 10.20 would be ideal. Having had a few notifications from people who wouldn’t be coming I fully expected a group of about 10. It was a pleasant surprise when 20 people congregated on the platform and attempted to purchase a ticket – their card machine wasn’t working and when we got on the train neither was that of the guard. (British Rail – do you not want to make any money?)
The train was on time and we piled cheerily into the carriage – not sure the one other person on the train appreciated our happy banter! It was a glorious day for this particular walk as it shows the Essex countryside at its best – blue sky, verdant green fields, fluffy clouds and sparkling water. It even has a slight hill! Additionally, there was quite a lot of birdsong. Shelduck and egrets were seen on the river. Several people commented on how lucky we are to have access to such a beautiful environment – too true.
We made good progress as the ground was easy going and had a little stop at Cliff Reach to admire the view and refuel. As we exited the path at Creeksea some took the road to our lunch stop but most extended the walk a little along the river front and then up a field to the Parlour Café. In all 15 stopped for lunch where we were served quickly – the size of the group didn’t faze them. The walk was about 4 miles or less – a little short for us but I’m sure Diane will rectify it next month!
-Sue Bridgman

April 2023

Bluebell Walk
The Generals Arms car park was vibrant with walkers – we were not the only group walking that day. Both groups ordered lunch and we were the first to leave. Now, I have, temporarily I must add, lost people in Danbury Woods before but today was a ‘first’ when I lost someone in the car park. In my defence I hadn’t seen him arrive and didn’t know he was coming. It wasn’t until 10 minutes into the walk when we turned up a bridleway that it was brought to my attention that said person was not with us. In spite of a ‘phone call giving instructions as to where we had gone, two group members returning to the pub, and a further call it was agreed that as he had gone off in the wrong direction, he would do his own thing and meet at the pub later.
Meanwhile the group had meandered up the bridleway passing the footpath I had intended to take but it didn’t matter as the timeline for the walk had to be amended as we had lost a bit of time. A little further on two ladies chose to take a shortened walk, so having started with a potential 21, I was now down to 18. I kept count at every turning!!
On the bright side the sun shone and everyone was happy; the bluebells, wood anemones, and celandines were wonderful and the mosses on the fallen logs were verdant. It was commented on that it was surprisingly dry after the recent rain – but I promised them mud later on – ‘oh, goodie’ they replied – they were not disappointed!!
We undulated through Lingwood Common admiring the flowers, climbed up through Ling Wood and worked our way to Blakes Wood. In my opinion this is where the best bluebells grow; their fragrance is outstanding and they seem a deeper blue. Wandering through this wood we climbed on a narrow, muddy path passing more bluebells, and reached the final footpath back to the pub, where the two ladies were waiting but ‘lost man’ only appeared as we were all leaving.
- Diane Caulkett

March 2023

Fourteen of our group attended the walk with twelve staying for lunch. We all started by ordering our lunch at the Blackwater Bistro (where we all met) in Maylandsea.
We set off firstly on the footpath then over two stiles with access across a field with some grazing horses (avoiding the horse muck) then through an avenue of trees with blossom on, spring is evident. The pathway was much drier, (than when I did the recce) which made it more pleasant than expected.
Then we went onto the sea wall at a spot that is known locally as Pigeon Dock, the sea wall was not too boggy but a bit uneven. We followed the sea wall back towards the Bistro, with a few stops on the way. I took a group picture. I was given a lesson on the birds that were sighted of which there were many.
We carried on past Harlow & Blackwater sailing club and finished back at the Bistro after four miles and approx. two hours. We said goodbye to those not staying for lunch. The rest of us enjoyed a lovely lunch and a chat after what I think was an enjoyable walk.
-Dave Rae

January 2023

Heybridge Basin (8km)
It was 15 of us who met at the Jolly Sailor Pub, Heybridge Basin for our January walk - one other joined us part way round. It was a calm day with a chill air and everyone had dressed appropriately. The tide was low with the mud glistening in the wintery light and flocks of birds benefited from the delights they energetically pulled from the mud; the photographers and bird watchers amongst us were well-pleased. Crossing on the narrow footbridge over the lock at the final stage of the Chelmer and Blackwater Navigation Canal, which historically used to transport coal and wood to the inland town of Chelmsford but now supports leisure boats mostly laid up for the winter months, we set off around the seawall that follows the River Blackwater west to Maldon. This seawall is now listed, and signed, as a section of the England Coastal Path. Underfoot it was muddy and caution was necessary meaning that if we wanted to look at something on or across the river, we had to pause.
Leaving the seawall at Heybridge we wandered a short way along pavements until we joined the Canal. Here half of the group opted for the shorter walk, reducing the length by 2kms, and the other half continued on across fields to the Langford Cut, a stretch of water that today was covered with a thin layer of ice. It is an interesting area with small lakes, the nearby Beeleigh Falls and sections of both the Rivers Chelmer and Blackwater and of course, the Canal too. We didn’t see all of that as we turned to head back passing through Oak Meadow and regaining the Canal path, where we were joined by latecomer David, and which we followed all the way back to Heybridge Basin.
We had walked at a steady pace arriving back at the pub before the others who had taken the shorter walk – I feared they had got lost, having boldly told them they couldn’t get lost as all they had to do was follow the canal; fortunately, they weren’t lost but were making
good use of the warmth of the tearooms opposite. Our meals were served promptly and 14 of us lunched at a long table in the pub’s back
room. Empty plates were removed and only one of us had room for a pudding but later declined.
Another successful, happy, healthy day.
- Diane Caulkett