This is the time of the year for walkers of a certain age. There are many people of that certain age walking here, there and everywhere. It’s the Peddars Way that attracts so many old codgers round here to wear themselves out on what Mrs H describes as ‘a really boring walk’. But back in the days of the Iceni, Queen Boudica and the Romans, the Peddars Way was a vital communications route, not for recreational walkers, but for survival itself.
We prefer walks of contrast, of trees, of meadows, of fields... and preferably with a pub at the end.