I have just finished my third training walk for Woodlarks, which was 16 miles. This is the photo record of walk two, 13 miles along the same route. I start walking along our fields by the Dee here in Wales. This is the view up across the second, smaller, field up to the Church whose doors I am no longer darkening. This field has a bog in the centre for about eight or nine months a year and is thus a bit of a wildlife haven.
Crossing the bridge to England, I headed up the English side which offered a range of views. Track, wood, a muddy quagmire just after the carp farm through which one must wade, the deep dark wood where the tall trees rattle together making noises that would be apt for Halloween and then more and more open fields. This stretch of river has an isolated cabin on the banks every so often. The one with the broken down caravan is back in Wales on the other side. One cabin in the middle of the deep dark woods is particularly run down. I can imagine my pal Brokerman Dan burying his swag there in his previous vocation.
The last four miles heading back were very unpleasant with wind and rain leaving me feeling less than happy. But I arrived back to find that FP had donated £1000 plus gift aid to the Woodlarks appeal. And that is what matters. Woodlarks will again be unable to run camps this year. Its income is thus nil. If it is to have any hope of re-opening in 2022 it needs £50,000. And that money will come from the rogue bloggers appeal. Please don’t wait until May 29 when the seven rogue bloggers will walk 34 miles to donate. Do so now HERE