Thursday 28 March 2019

Weekend 21-24 March 2019



Wednesday 27th March 2019


Back Home for a rest!!


Wow!! What a weekend!!

I honestly don’t think I have ever attended such a joyous, up-lifting, raucous and stimulating gathering in all my days! To say that I was a little in fear and trepidation at the thought of 400 women of the WRAC Association ‘enjoying’ their 100th Anniversary celebration would be a very mild understatement. We made it down to the venue at the Leonardo Royal Hotel, Southampton Grand Harbour mid-morning on Thursday 21st March. The car was bulging with not only my (umpteen!) bags of walking kit, my ‘posh’ stuff for Friday afternoon, my fancy-dress outfit for Friday night, my even ‘posher’ stuff for Saturday night, my WRAC fleece etc for the parade on Sunday and my ordinary clothes, nightwear and toiletries etc, but also Denise’s one ‘hotel’ bag and one gym bag which had been sufficient for her for the 10 days we were away!! [Note to self: learn to pack light!]

Our room wasn’t going to be ready until gone 1pm so we went for a little walk (I needed the exercise!) We wandered round some of the nearest shops & then back to the hotel a bit early where we found that our room was ready. ‘M.J’ from reception kindly helped us trundle all our bags (using a large trolley) up to the room. We settled in, made a cuppa and waited for the onslaught.

And so it began; old & ‘well-worn’ friends, more recent friends, acquaintances and friends yet to be; seemingly all ‘creeds & colours’, all shapes & sizes, all with one thing in common, membership of the WRAC Association out to celebrate 100 years since the formation of our predecessors Old Comrades Associations and the 70th Anniversary of the formation of the Women’s Royal Army Corps.

These were just some of the highlights of the weekend. 


On Friday afternoon many of us attended a celebratory reception (by kind permission of the Dean and Chapter of Guildford Cathedral) in the presence of HRH The Countess of Wessex (as our Patron’s, the Queen, representative) to mark the Centenary of the WRAC Association. I was lucky enough to be one of about forty women who were actually presented to The Countess of Wessex (hence the need for ‘posh’ day-wear). Not only was my walk raising funds for the WRAC Association but, for the second year running, it was also for the Worcestershire Breast Unit Haven whose unit was officially opened by the Countess in November 2018. I found the Countess charming spending time and showing great interest in each person she met. She thanked me for my efforts & I thanked her for her support of my two charities.

On Friday evening there was a buffet and ‘disco’ themed around “Wonderful Women”. Some went as themselves (and why not!) and some made some attempt to represent some famous (and also some obscure) women. There were loads of suffragettes (one of whom looked stunningly authentic), Amy Johnson’s (including my own attempt), Cleopatra’s, nurses (also including a whole tables-worth dressed as the “National ‘Elf Service”), another tables-worth dressed as the GB Women’s Hockey Team and others including most uncomfortably, the astronaut Helen Sharman in full space outfit and Joan of Arc in full plastic suit of armour!! My own favourite was the Statue of Liberty who nearly poked eyes out with her pointy-halo!! One of my friends went as me wearing my WRAC Association ‘100 Miles for 100 Years’ T-shirt and rattling my charity tin. She came to my table where I had only met three of the dinners before. She proceeded to shake the tin explaining that she was dressed as ‘Margaret Davies’ to be greeted with “Who? Who’s she and what has she done?”  It was most amusing if a little deflating!! Still, during her tour of the 40 or so tables she raised over £100 for my two charities.

During ‘downtime’ we were all able to meet and greet people we’d last seen (in my case) nearly fifty years ago, or last year, or maybe months or weeks ago. It was a reaffirmation of friendships made whilst serving as soldiers or since joining the Associations post-military career. There was also the opportunity to meet new and fascinating women all of whom had contributed to our shared history.

 

I must say that the most memorable and extraordinary event was the ‘formal’ (I use the word loosely) Saturday evening dinner. I have never witnessed or been a part of such a remarkable and powerful event. The guest of honour at the dinner was the first female officer to be appointed to the Army Board, Major General Sharon Nesmith, who had prepared an after-dinner speech that, I am certain, would have been entertaining and inspirational. She chose to abandon said speech and talk ‘off-the-cuff’. This was because (to paraphrase) she had missed what was happening that evening during the 20+ years of her military service without realising that it was missing!! She had missed the power and support that a room full of 400 women with a common bond could and did provide. The evening was a tangible reminder to us all of the debt of gratitude that we owe to those who have gone before (and paved the way and fought the fight) and the admiration we hold for those who follow us and continue the fight to this day. We were honoured not only to have as guests Major General Sharon but also two serving female Brigadiers and two serving Colonels. Among the diners were serving soldiers as well as military ‘veterans’. We all recognised the part that we each played in our attempt to broaden horizons and allow women to take their place in the world unfettered and alongside our male colleagues.

Whoa!! Heavy or what? But it was an extraordinary evening. It was an evening full of eating, drinking, singing, dancing and tangible comradeship; particularly the drinking, singing and dancing!! 



The weekend culminated in a “Church” parade with the farewell service led by our wonderfully ‘entertaining’ padre, Rev. Col. (Retired) Sue Wing, aided and abetted during the service and on the parade by the wonderful Yorkshire Military Band under the baton of Louise Lingard-Snape. The salute was taken by Brigadier Fiona Gardiner of the Army Staff flanked by Colonel Frances Castle MBE and the WRAC Association Vice-President, Colonel (Retired) Alison Brown. I think we made a passable attempt at drill and at least this year I managed to get my ‘eyes’ pointing in the same direction as everyone else for the salute!!


Then came the inevitable ‘Goodbyes’ and “Till we meet again” as we began to disperse to all corners of Britain (& beyond!). It was a long drive home and then the arduous task of unpacking and putting everything back in its place began. Finally, ten days after my Solo Challenge had begun, my body decided it had had enough and I crawled to bed to sleep for a good 12 hours!!

My eternal thanks go to everyone who has so generously supported my Walk by donating so ‘willingly’ to my fund-raising. I know that all the monies raised this year will be well used by both the WRAC Association and the Worcestershire Breast Unit Haven who also thank each and every one of you. 


In particular I would like to thank Lt Col (Retired) Sue Westlake, MBE for allowing me to use her house as a base for the walking week. It meant that I could eat sensibly and get done all the things I needed to do, apart from the walking, in peace and comfort. It would have been a much harder challenge without that comforting base.



I would also like to thank my Denise for her un-stinting support and care during the whole long 10 days! She was my chauffeuse, cook, nurse, porter, rock and constantly encouraging companion throughout. Without her I doubt that my challenge would have been completed.



Thank you to you all . . . . . . ‘till next year!!

Wednesday 20 March 2019

2019 Walk Day 6

Wednesday 20th March 2019

Shawford to Southampton

Ready for the off!!
The day dawned with mist and mizzle!! Never mind - last day!! I crawled into the car with toast and coffee still in hand as we wanted to beat the Winchester rush-hour!!
Closest I got to walking on water
I needed my highly visible jacket to keep the mizzle off rather than to be seen! The path followed (more or less) the old canal barge route to Southampton. It must have been a very busy waterway and, unlike the canals around Worcester, was built to take wide barges rather than narrowboats. Sadly all that remains now (apart from the actual water-course) is the towpath, now a reasonable footpath, but originally designed to haul the barges using horses.




I'd seen a few of these flowers along the way. 
I can only assume that they are some sort of native orchid.
I would love to know what they are from one of you budding horticulturalists out there!




Along the way I have seen some spectacular properties. These had terraced gardens winding down to the rivers edge. They were bursting with spring colour. I was particularly taken with the bright yellow 'Arum Lily' type flowers almost paddling in the water.

Because I had set off so early (the Winchester rush didn't happen!) I arrived way to early at my intended lunch-stop . . . . . so I carried on going!! Instead I eventually stopped for my lunch of sandwiches overlooking Southampton Airport. I was just making a comfortable little spot for myself with my back against a tree when an airport security vehicle appeared (on the airport side of the perimeter fence!) lights flashing!! Oh heck!! I approached the fence  smiling at him as he drove up and rolled down his window. "You OK?" he asked. I replied that I was fine, just taking a well earned break on the last day of my 100 mile walk. He seemed suitably impressed and we chatted a bit longer before he wished me well and drove on, continuing his perimeter check. I flopped down against the tree and sat and ate my lunch in between taking pics of planes landing and taking off!!









For those of you flying into Southampton this weekend I can assure you that all the landings I witnessed were as smooth as silk!!

Lunch over I got back on the path and headed towards the outskirts of Southampton. There was a minor obstacle in the way . . . the M27!! The Itchen Navigation goes straight under . . . . . In one side and reappears directly opposite. The Public Footpath however takes a detour, over half a mile east, then under the motorway, and then over half a mile back to the west to re-join the Itchen Navigation!! Why? Couldn't they have built a slightly larger tunnel for both water and walkers?? That was one mile extra that I didn't need!! [Whinge over!!] 



It wasn't long before I arrived at the lovely Riverside Park. All sorts of waterfowl and paddleboarders enjoying the river with a metalled pathway right next to it so that hikers, dogwalkers, sitters and everyone could enjoy the day. It was lovely. 
There was even one part, the miniature railway, where a gaggle of blokes were tinkering with their 'Boys Toys'!! 


Sadly the peace and quiet was over for the day as I reached second of four road bridges over the river. 



I was now having to pound the pavements away from the river in order to reach the Toll Bridge nearest to the sea where I was going to cross. The roads weaved in and out and up and down with occasional glimpses of the busy river.
There were some amazing properties and what appeared to be some very 'ordinary' and unkempt ones. I wonder how much one would pay for a property with a river view in these areas?

Finally I arrived at the bridge and . . . . . . . a very long, steep staircase up!! 


I made it to the top without stopping!! Mainly because I was followed up by two young men and wasn't going to show my age!! 


They passed me just before the top so I was able to regain my breath!




Knowing that I was now almost within shouting distance of the hotel I set off over the bridge. Almost at the opposite side I spied the two young men again (possibly students??) One of them had a very techi-looking camera on a tripod and was taking photos. 


I asked if they'd take a photo of me as I was within a mile of finishing my 100 mile walk. They were happy to do so. The one without the camera took the pic!!






The hotel seemed miles away but at last I spied its eye-catching glass, triangular frontage. And, almost on cue, there was Denise, phone camera in hand! 
I'd done it, all 99 miles (plus at least another couple of miles to and from the car each day!!) Yes its hard but then it's supposed to be a challenge! My feet are a bit sore and I have a couple of aches and pains but who doesn't! Would I do it again - probably . . . . but after a year's rest!! Oh yes . . . . and only if Denise is happy to ride shotgun again!! 

Thank you to everyone for your fabulous support. In particular I would like to than Lt Col (Retd.) Sue Westlake, MBE for her generosity in accommodating Denise and myself for the entire walk at her house. It made the walk so much easier for us both - Thank you x

You can still donate if you wish at:
https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/MargaretDaviesWRAC
or when you see me in Southampton this weekend!!

Tuesday 19 March 2019

2019 Walk Day 5

Tuesday 19th March 2019

Itchen Abbas to Shawford (via the WRAC Association HQ!)

I started the morning with a lovely chat to a gentleman in Itchen Abbas - the first person I have met along the way so far who was happy to utter more than a grunt or a "Morning!" He assured me that the pathway to Winchester was well signposted and then stopped and thought a bit. He then admitted that he walked it so often that he didn't really notice any signs!! . . . . but that it was an easy enough path to follow. With a cheery "goodbye!" we parted and I set off. 
'Low-Fat' Kissing Gate
My first obstacle was a very solid, metal Kissing Gate. I have never questioned the structure or dimensions of Kissing Gates before. They were just there and much easier to negotiate than hoisting oneself over a stile. Those of you who know me well know that I carry a backpack . . . . . a very full backpack!! If I were to size Kissing Gates then many of the modern ones would be a 22+/XXXXXL; some are a little snugger and would be around an 18/XL; this mornings was a very slim 8/XXXXS!! I just managed to squeeze through with my backpack on (too lazy to take it off!) though I did manage to expel all the air from my lungs in the process!
Now that I'm walking beside the river I'm able to admire the many lovely waterside properties. Just before I took this picture I had noticed that the pathway had been moved back away from the water. How nice, thought I in my innocence, they're trying to keep my feet dry. Then the path turned back onto its original course and I realised that it had been moved back so that it didn't go across the river frontage of the property!
The Itchen seemed to be in full flow but at no point did it seem to be bursting its banks or spreading out over flood plains. A gentleman I spoke to later on in the afternoon said that its present flow rate was pretty much the same no matter what the weather - even during last years drought!!
I had realised that if I diverted my intended path slightly I would be passing much closer to the WRAC Association HQ at Basepoint, Winnall, Winchester. Rude not to call in I thought. They may have the kettle on. They would also probably have a well-appointed loo (much nicer than squatting in the bushes!!) I also thought that, so close to the reunion weekend, they would be up to their armpits in work and not really appreciate a visit from a muddy-footed random Association member interrupting them. So I called on them anyway!! 😀
Julia Doig, Tanya-Jayne Park, Me, Penny Muxworthy, Julie Winks
They kindly offered me a very welcome coffee and were even happy to have their photos taken with me. My grateful thanks to ALL the hardworking ladies of the WRAC Association (Penny, Julie, Julia and Tanya & those not 'office-bound') who are working their little fingers to the bone to provide us with a fantastic weekend of 'Events'
Eventually I dragged myself away from the warmth and comfort of Basepoint and continued on my way via old Winchester itself. The riverside is really picturesque. Much cleaner and nicer than my pathway in to Winchester past the trading estate. What is it with some businesses on trading estates who think they can just chuck rubbish over the fence onto surrounding paths and fields? We have similar problems in Worcester.

Once I reached the pathways beside the Park & Ride towards the south of the city I was onto the Itchen Navigation which runs from south Winchester to north Southampton. This is the path I will walk now until the end, tomorrow, in Southampton.





Whilst I was at the WRAC Association HQ Julie Winks (Ben Fund Sec) suggested I look out for the St Cross Hospital and Water Meadows where she used to work. From a distance it looked magnificent. It was on the opposite side of the river to my walk.




On my side of the river I had noticed on the map a lot of brown contour lines all grouped in a circle with the legend, 'Catherine's Hill' and 'fort' and 'Maze'??? I gave it no thought until I was almost past it. It sort of appeared in a break in the trees and undergrowth. And my oh my did it appear!! It was colossal. How did I miss that further back? Fortunately my path took me beside and beyond it although not before I witnessed a runner who had overtaken me take a left turn through the gate and proceed to run up the pathway up the hill. MAD!!
My days walk finished at Shawford where Denise picked me up, packed me in the car and took me back to our accommodation. Only one more day to go and I'll be finished. Tomorrow afternoon I will say a brief "Hello!" to the Grand Harbour Hotel, Southampton then go back to our accommodation for a rest before hitting the party weekend!! 

Monday 18 March 2019

2019 Walk Day 3

Sunday 17th March 2019

Day 3 - Devils Punchbowl to Four Marks


What a difference a day makes (24 little hours 😃!!)
Devils Punchbowl
Gibbet Hill and the Punchbowl at Hindhead were sunny but there was a cold bite to the wind. Mind you, it was just before 0800 hrs. I thought I was continuing with the technical gremlins again as my camera refused to take pictures at first. All that climbing and nothing to show. Its surprising how switching the darn thing off and shouting at it (whilst deleting as many old pics off it as I dared) does the trick. By the time I got to the viewing platform at the Hindhead Punchbowl National Trust area I was still cold but at least I could take some picks of the view.

From there it was a very quick, downhill march to the edge of Bramshott Common, the first of the military training areas of the day. The heathland made for very pleasant walking being soft and slightly spongy underfoot. At the edge of the common nearer to Bramshott itself and Liphook it said that there was a disused Camp. I wondered if it was the ATS Training Camp that I was told was "on the A3 in the middle of nowhere!!" it looks very pleasant on a sunny Sunday morning!!
Was this the site of the ATS Training Camp?
Once I'd left the common the majority of the remaining walking was on roads, lanes or tracks. The roads were scary as I find the "southern" drivers mad speed freaks!! I'm deliberately wearing a hi-vis jacket so that I can be seen (the fluorescent yellow is startling to say the least) Drivers do see me but some choose to aim for me - I'm obviously a clear target!! Lanes weren't bad; in the afternoon they were very hilly! Tracks were a bit of a nightmare after all the rain and wind. There were branches down all over the place and in some places the tracks had turned into lakes!
I'd just negotiated this 'lake'
I lunched in the garden of a pub near Bordon Training Area. By the time I'd finished the pub  had opened (late opening on Sundays!!). I had a pint and a packet of crisps to while away the time as I had to put my gizmo on charge! (That's my excuse anyway!) I think its got a dodgy battery.
The afternoon walk was a lot harder than the morning. Much more hilly and either lanes, tracks or open fields (very claggy!) The weather had turned a bit towards the end as the wind had picked up and there were some nasty clouds heading my way. The photos were few and far between as I just kept my head down & plodded on. 
Even had lakes (& quagmires!) on the top of hills!!
Half way along and still in one piece!! I've got Compeed plasters on my feet and Physio Tape on my shins but there all holding me together 😀 Hopefully from now on I'm out of the Surry Hills and about to take on St Swithun and the Itchin Way. Lets hope there'll be no more rain as I don't do walking on water!!
Last of the Surry Hills?

2019 Walk Day 4

Monday 18th March 2019



Day 4 - Four Marks to north of Winchester




The day started clear but bitterly cold. It was so cold I was shaking when I took my selfie!! 


You'll also notice in the first three pictures that my waterproof/windproof jacket goes from zipped up to the neck to flapping wide open!!


I had wondered how easy the walking would be as I knew some of the morning would be across fields. My fears were un-founded as the path was clear, wide and comparatively mud-free. 
You can also see some of the many stiles I encountered in the morning! I am woman enough to admit that I do struggle to 'get my leg over' these days!! 
The photo shows two of the four stiles that I climbed in the space of a couple of hundred metres! They were doing their job of keeping the many flocks of sheep in their own fields! Normally the sheep I come across (though I don't know any personally) are rather shy and retiring types. They tend to shuffle away no matter how calmly I cross their field. The first lot I came across this morning were as brazen as anything. So much so that they worried me. No, not me 'sheep-worrying' but them 'Marg-worrying'!! As I clambered over the stile they moved towards me en-masse!! I walked past and they (fortunately) parted to allow me to progress. I continued walking to the next stile glancing back to see them staring after me. (Was that a look of disappointment I saw?) When I got to the stile I realised there were two stiles in VERY close proximity so I stopped to take a photo. This seemed to be a sign to the sheep. They started trotting purposefully towards me again! I hastily took the picture and clambered swiftly over the stiles!! Can you see the look of mild panic in my eyes? 



I have to admit though, once I'd negotiated the sheep the Surrey farmers (well, this one!) have done a cracking job keeping the pathways clear.


Most of my walk today was along the St Swithun's Way. The majority of it was slightly downhill with the occasional steep hill up just in case I was getting complacent. 


As the morning progressed it warmed up a little and there was only a bit of a breeze from time to time. 
Spring has obviously sprung down here. Not only have I seen the blossom pictured here but also daffs, primroses, celandine, catkins and pussy-willows. 





Also I got closer than I've ever been to a Solar Farm. The whole farm on a south sloping field was massive. I know that my own 15 panels on my house make a gentle humming when generating electricity. The whining hum was quite audible as I walked past. Not offensive but you could here it. Mind , they must be generating some serious electricity.


My lunch stop was at The Cricketers at New Alresford. Sadly the fish was rather too well cooked for my liking . . . but I ate it anyway!! I was also able to charge my gizmo which had behaved slightly better but is still suffering a bit (its not the only one!!)




Getting going again after lunch was a bit tougher than usual. My legs ached, my feet were sore and my shin sorer!! . . . . and then I came across the watercress beds with their crystal clear water. No wonder the Watercress Railway Line existed (and still runs between New Alresford and Alton). I resisted the temptation to pick and eat some . . . . mainly because I thought I'd be likely to fall in!!


After New Alresford the St Swithun's Way combines with the Itchen Way (after the River Itchen) "Oh goody" I thought, "That means it'll be nice and flat!!" No such luck. It went up and down like a roller-coaster and was often nowhere near any form of water! 

I'd just got to the end of the up bits and was looking forward to a nice gentle downward slope to finally be able to walk beside the Itchen when . . . . . the heavens opened and the rain poured down. I 'sheltered' under a leafless tree (useful!!) to put my rain-cover on my bag. By the time I'd done that the rain had stopped. 




Much relieved I ambled down towards the river and was able to cross it to Itchen Abbas and beyond.

All in all a good day's walk. Only two more to go!!!

Saturday 16 March 2019

2019 Walk Day 02


Saturday 16th March 2019

Guildford to Thursley,near Devils Punchbowl


Well today was a mixed bag of blessings and curses!! 

Blessing number one was a smooth run to the start of the walk as no commuters!! Curse number one was the very changeable weather. The wind was very blustery all day; not to bad when walking in woodland though I did keep an eye out for creaking branches and falling trees! It was a different matter when in the open, particularly on the hills (of which there were many!!) Why is it that no matter in which direction you walk the wind is always in your face and blowing you backwards? Unless, of course, you are negotiating a slippery, narrow and sheer-sided ridge in which case it gusts at you from the side almost blowing you off!
Wey South Path playing trains!
Who knew that the Wey South Pathway (named after the River Wey which flows through Guildford) would stop following the river at Shalford and instead traipse along an old railway line? Not I (OK so I didn't study the map that closely before I started - its fairly obvious when you look again!!) 
At least the "Cooos" didn't mind the mud!

The next part of my walk was along the Greensand Way. 
Green Sand??


Up into the Surrey Hills - oh joy!! 

Every time I climbed I got hotter so I took my jacket off and then the wind blew & the rain miserable, mizzled!! So back on went the jacket and the wind dropped (probably coz I was in the woods) and the rain stopped! . . . and I got warm . . . and so it went on all day!!



Lunch was at a delightful pub, The White Hart, at Hascombe where I spent a little longer than intended with my lovely niece, Bethan. No it wasn't the beer . . or the lovely food . . . or my wonderful nieces company that kept me. As I arrived I noticed that my GPS gizmo was running low on battery so the very nice lady who ran the place found somewhere to plug it in for me. We had our lunch and a drink and then I went to pick up the gizmo only to discover that she'd plugged it in but not switched the socket on!! The machine was severely in the red!! So we stopped for a coffee and another chin-wag before deciding that it would have to do!! And it did until I was driving home later on when it died!!



I've often heard of "The Surry Hills" but this was the first time I'd experienced them - I can't say I'll be sorry to see them disappear behind me (Got a bit more of them tomorrow first though!)

The rest of the walk was a bad-tempered slog battling hills, churned up bridleways, rock & root/branch strewn descents, wind, rain, fire and tempest (well maybe not the last two!!) By the time Denise picked me up I was snappy, foot-sore, shin-sore, tired, hungry (even after lunch!!) and generally disagreeable!! My! I do have an amazingly patient and understanding wife. Never mind - food eaten, Blog almost done; just thank-you emails to my most recent donors to do then shower & bed . . . . and start all over again tomorrow 😉😏 

A special "Thank-you" (I think?!) to Sue Hatton of the Sandhurst Trust putting on their Facebook site pictures of me as a VERY young Officer Cadet and recently at Sandhurst Gates. I wish my limbs were that young again!!