Walking East Stoke's lanes: June 2024

Following on from last month’s update I was right to think that the cow parsley would be more of a thing, and along with the elderflowers the hedgerows around our local lanes have been full of white ‘frothy’ flowers, and so much more besides.

MOOR LANE

MOOR LANE

MOOR LANE

MOOR LANE

The wild roses and oxeye daisies were a particular favourite of mine, and still seems unusual to see these growing so well on the side of the road - but that’s the Londoner in me I guess!

The big news for Moor Lane this month is less pot holes - which is no mean feat. A complete resurfacing would have been preferable, as it is for many country roads around here, but patching the pot holes is a close second - especially when it’s whole sections like this. That’s a much better approach to the literal patching holes approach, as that never seems to last very long, and must be more expensive in the longer term.

That said while it was good to have the pot holes tackled, tarmac-ing the edge of the verge seemed less than ideal.

MOOR LANE

MOOR LANE

For the first time in this series I bumped into a tractor along my walk - and a tall one at that. I was glad to be able to stand on the verge and watch this one pass with a friendly wave from the farmer.

MOOR LANE

While a walk down Moor Lane and back again may not be the most interesting of walks, I do enjoy seeing the walk in reverse. Somehow the same scenes take on a different feel, and the trees and the pylons against the sky are always a favourite.

MOOR LANE

MOOR LANE

There were more elderflower bushes - and large ones at that - along Church Lane. We didn’t pick any this year, but have previously made elderflower ‘champagne’ with mixed success, and thankfully no exploding bottles - though it came close!

CHURCH LANE

CHURCH LANE

CHURCH LANE

When we reached the banks of the river we were able to get much closer than previously, and the grass paths were looking especially verdant. As we looked over to the pub and buildings on the opposite bank for the first time we saw the glimpse of a wooden pier, though this was as close as we got as wading through comfrey and nettles wasn’t going to happen.

And how pretty are those comfrey flowers?

Thanks for joining me this month, I’ll be back to sharing the next instalment around the third week of the month, but in the meantime if you enjoyed this post you may also like some previous series where I revisit the same place - there’s my year in Greenwich Park and remember that time when I followed a tree?

Walking East Stoke's lanes this May

This month’s post once again has pictures from Moor Lane - a time poor month this time round as a good part of it was spent exploring and walking Italy’s Gargano Peninsular.

As I started my walk I was quite quickly reminded of our own little laburnum tree in our previous garden in London - it was never quite as magnificent, nor anywhere near as big, but I’d almost forgotten that they come into their own in May. It’s worth its place in this post though.

Moving further along the lane and approaching the bridge over the A46 it was easy to spot that the verges were full of life, and well, weeds. Though as ever if you live by the definition of a weed that it’s a plant in the wrong place, then that’s probably up for some debate with these. Clearly before the seedheads there would have been flowers, but somehow I think the seedheads are more dramatic - and I’m happy to admire them, just as long as they’re not in my own garden!

I’m not 100% sure what the plant is above - my phone suggests it’s a ribwort, and it’s been pretty accurate so I’m tended to go with that, though if you know then please do let me know.

The star of the month though was most definitely the cow parsley. I started to get an inkling it would be a big feature as soon as I caught sight up the lane.

The fluffy strip of clouds above the hedgerows somehow seemed to add an accent to its frothiness and I’ve probably way too many photos of cow parsley than anyone person needs. Later on in my walk I was joined out of the blue by a chirpy robin who most obligingly posed on the post next to the gas marker, and I’m rather keen on him silhouetted against the pylon in the distance.

Reaching the bridge it wasn’t surprising to see the hedgerow on the right in bloom, and nor was it a surprise to see the yellow flowering rape - thankfully that doesn’t set my hayfever off, I’ve a month or two yet before I start to sneeze (something to look forward too!)

As I turned to head back I was mesmerised by the clouds once again as I looked towards Newark. Living here I really should start to learn about the types of clouds, as with such big skies there’s often different types on display.

And one last photo before I end, this hedgerow seems to be as appreciative of the lichen as I am, and rather than ‘greening up’ in the more traditional spring growth way, it’s keep it’s lichen front and centre. I’m sure it will soon be covered in new growth though, and that’s ok too.

Thanks for joining me this month, I’ll be back to sharing the next instalment around the third week of the month, but in the meantime if you enjoyed this post you may also like some previous series where I revisit the same place - there’s my year in Greenwich Park and remember that time when I followed a tree?

Exploring (a small part of) Italy's Gargano Peninsular by foot

For our first trip abroad since the pandemic - I know, how did we manage to leave it so long?! - we spent 8 nights exploring Italy’s Gargano Peninsular, a relatively unknown part of Italy for many in the UK. We booked an self-guided walking holiday with Inntravel, who we’ve used before for both walking and cycling holidays, all of which we’ve enjoyed. They aren’t budget holidays by any means, and it’s not a carry your bags while you walk type of holiday either. The accommodation, transfers and walks (and walking notes) are tried and tested and therefore you can be pretty certain of what you’ll get. We’ve had some great holidays, and I in particular like to walk their ‘new routes’ - and this was one of those.

In this post my plan is to share an overview of a trip where we saw and experienced so much, but it will only be the tip of the iceberg. Over the next few weeks (and realistically months!) I’ll share more about the walks, the scenery and more and I’ll aim to link to them from here as I go.

Where is the Gargano Peninsular?

The easiest way to describe its location is as the spur to Italy’s heel - and as we discovered it’s an area that is both remote yet has vibrant towns, is full of stunning views and there’s plenty of wildlife to admire too (though I exclude the guard dogs on the walk as we left Monte Sant’Angelo here - they were high up above us, behind a tall wire fence and yet we still crossed the road to avoid being directly in the eyeline!)

Where did we walk?

The walks were a mixture of circular routes which gave a flavour of the town we stayed in and ‘moving on’ walks, where we walked to the next hotel. Our bags were transferred by taxi throughout the holiday, and on a couple of occasions we were dropped further along, so saving even more walking.

In total we walked about 57 miles during our trip, and this was the planned walks as well as one walk into the town in Mattinata, our final destination. The longest walk was about 10.5 miles, which is completely doable, especially as you have all day to do it.

So what about the holiday?

MOH isn’t much of a sit in the sun holidayer, and while he has done that - we’ve been to Barbados, we much prefer to be out and about doing and seeing things if we can.

That said, in Italy we were expecting temperatures warmer than the UK, and so when we landed at Bari airport we weren’t quite expecting this. Thankfully though, despite a few heavy downpours, the weather was mostly good and warm and sunny. Definitely warm enough for the Factor 50 we’d brought along with us.

Arriving in Vieste

We arrived at our hotel in the rain and hungry! Our first mission once the bags were in the room was to find food, and well, when in Rome - or rather Vieste, it was pizza that was on our minds.

It was only the next morning as we headed out for our first walk along the coast that I really noticed the hotel’s decor, and quickly fell in love with these lobster sofas. Our walk took us out of Vieste and to a series of coastal headlands where we could marvel at the Trabucchi or ancient fishing traps.

Moving into the Foresta Umbra

Unbelievably I’d managed to turn my ankle at the airport on Saturday - walking in normal shoes, on flat ground. This wasn’t ideal timing. Thinking it would ‘walk off’ I didn’t think anything more of it but it was a bit more tender than I hoped it would be. Sleeping on it, it wasn’t any better, and so before we left Vieste I headed into the local pharmacy for an ankle support. Only me!

Our next walk was a ‘moving on’ walk, and we were dropped off by the taxi at a remote path leading into the forest, and with an almost 10.5 mile walk ahead of us that ankle support earned its keep. Walking into the forest and heading towards its centre was amazing; so peaceful but full of nature, calming yet exhilarating.

We made it to our next hotel and over the next couple of nights had food that wouldn’t look out of place in the highest rated restaurants - it was simply stunning. The hotel didn’t appear to have that many guests either, and this made it even more special - I’m sure that once the season really gets going it is likely to have a buzz of energy and vibrancy, but the relaxed atmosphere worked well for us.

In the heart of the Foresta Umbra

The next morning our planned walk was to take in more of the forest, and my ankle wasn’t so sure. The first 30 minutes or so of our walk were touch and go, but thankfully it warmed up and we notched up another 10 miler - this walk was probably the one I enjoyed the most and while we thankfully didn’t see any of the wildlife - roe deer, boar or foxes - it was great to walk the web of trails, and it seems seek out its lake and temporary waterhole.

LAGHETTO D’UMBRA

CUTINO D’OTRI

On the Pilgrim Trail to Monte Sant’Angelo

After a day exploring the forest, it was time to move on again. Once again we were dropped by taxi at the start of the path, with a 6 miler ahead of us. From the walk information we knew this would be a lot of downhill, with even more uphill as the village was Gargano’s highest.

And boy, there was a lot of up!

LOOKING UP TO MONTE SANT’ANGELO

I took this photo from almost the bottom of the valley, and I wasn’t looking forward to the ascent. We made it though, not after some moaning from me I’m sure - thankfully the flora on this walk was mesmerising and I stopped many, many times to take goodness knows how many pictures along the way.

And thankfully the views were pretty stunning too, but there was still a lot of up!!

Did I mention there was a lot of up?!

As well as being Gargano’s highest village Monte Sant’Angelo is also famous for its cave church built into the rock - so when we had done all the up, we went down 86 steps to see this UNESCO World Heritage site. It was worth it though, as we headed out to find our hotel, we realised there was more up though at a much gentler incline.

Down to the coast at Mattinata

One thing we were pretty certain of though was that our walk to the last hotel at Mattinata would be mostly downhill - as there was nowhere else to go up! And we were mostly right for the 10 miler ahead of us, where we spent a lot of the day cutting the corners off hairpin bends and then following an old mule track.

As we approached Mattinata, and the ground levelled out, the scenery changed and we walked through many olive groves, one literally as an approved cut off for a corner. We’ve seen olive trees before, but many of these looked especially gnarly and characterful - expect to see more photos like this.

The beach was a welcome sight, though we were less pleased that walking across the pebbles was part of the route to the hotel. Our plan was to stop and get refreshments at one of the beach bars before heading uphill to the hotel.

After being completely ignored for a good twenty minutes at one beach bar we moved to another necked a beer, and a water (for balance) and set off again. Uphill.

Thankfully after reaching reception we were taken to our apartment in a golf buggy - I nominated MOH to sit in the front, opting for the rear facing seat on the back. This turned out to be a bad move, and I was getting those vibes when the receptionist gave me a cushion to sit on. It was only a short way - well it was actually 875 steps, we did it many times over the next few days - but it was relatively steep and I spent that first journey hanging on desperately trying not to slip off the back of the buggy (obviously this was never going to happen, but knowing my luck I’d be the exception!)

It was a great hotel and I was glad we’d booked an extra night here. We’d both walked a lot further than we had for a while, and though my ankle had held up the thought of putting on walking shoes again the next day wasn’t the most favourable thought I’d had, and so we opted for a rest day.

Exploring Mattinata

Our rest day plans were to walk into Mattinata and get supplies for our walk the following day. It was a simple and pretty dull 5 miler, but the town was full of little shops and bars, and we were able to buy food for a picnic or two most likely amusing the local population at the same time.

Across the bay and up Monte Saraceno

Feeling much better for a day not wearing our walking shoes our plan was to complete the final walk of the holiday, though we already knew a detour was on the cards as one of the paths was shut. The bonus for us was that it cut out walking across the pebble beach, and the double bonus for me was that it took a much less steep route up Monte Saraceno!

After being in the town and encountering cyclists and motorcyclists along the way reaching the top we were on our own again, and we weren’t quite sure how as there had been some other walkers dash past us on their way up. They hadn’t come past us on their way down, which we fully expected, so maybe they took another route down, who knows?

This was the only planned walk where we needed to backtrack and retrace our steps to get back onto the route of the walking notes, and that was because we’d assumed we were following one of the signs and had misinterpreted that, as we discovered when we got back there.

It was a great trip, the walks were good and the scenery and views were amazing. I’m not sure we expecting to tot up over 57 miles of walking though - even though we knew the km of each of the walks, I think there was a bit of denial going on! But as I said before, and as MOH said to me most days - it’s not a race, and we have all day to get there, which as it turns out was just perfect.