Day 1 – Erith to Petts Wood, 15½ miles.
Day 2 – Petts Wood to Hamsey Green, 19 miles.
Day 3 – Hamsey Green to Banstead Downs, 11 miles.
Day 4 – Banstead Downs to Kingston Bridge, 11 miles.
Day 5 – Kingston Bridge to Hatton Cross, 8½ miles.
Day 6 – Hatton Cross to Uxbridge, 12½ miles.
Day 7 – Uxbridge to Moor Park, 10½ miles.
Day 8 – Moor Park to Elstree, 14 miles.
Day 9 – Elstree to Enfield Lock, 20 miles.
Day 10 – Enfield Lock to Harold Wood, 21miles.
Day 11 – Harold Wood to Purfleet, 13miles.
Looping the LOOP – “the M25 for walkers.”
It’s been a long cold lonely winter, as George Harrison once sang but now here comes the sun! So it must be time for a walk – the legs are rusty and need stretching, but with nothing organised it’s going to have to be an easy one. One almost on my door-step, a cheap one.
The London Outer Orbital Path – the LOOP – is it then. Rather worryingly billed as “the M25 for walkers” (except at 152 miles v. 117 miles it’s a fair bit longer) I was hoping it would be more like the official quote : ” a great way to get to know London better”.
Day 1 – Erith to Petts Wood, 15½ miles.
Alighting just 10 minutes later than planned at Erith, which given the lie-in I’d awarded myself wasn’t bad, the beginning of the LOOP isn’t the most inspiring, but then all walks must start somewhere and I’m sure that this walk isn’t going to be most picturesque walk anyways. The first signpost – always a reassuring sight – points out how many walks there are round here. All along the same path however, but still… nice to see lots of walks available!
But once away from the station approach and across the road we’re at the Thames. And it all looks pretty much the same as it did last time I was here when I was nearing the end of the Thames Path. One walk ends and another one starts! And pleasingly the air wasn’t thick with drizzle today.
I don’t remember the horse though from last time. There’s a notice with a number to ring if you’ve got any worries about it. His enclosure was so dry and barren I thought about ringing it to complain on his behalf. Anyways, a few handfuls of grass went down well and he saw me off briefly before returning to his bale of hay.
A few more roads and houses and backs of supermarkets and past the little pedestrian symbol with his yellow hat again and the country opens up, and we’re at last in fresh-air. The Thames is wide, and the marshes are salty.
And interestingly a large radar tower and what I believe is the Crayford Ness lighthouse, but annoyingly didn’t think to take a photo, obviously I more interested in a crane chucking about scrap iron. So you’ll just have to go and see yourselves.
We’re only alongside the Thames for a short while, and as we get to Crayford Creek with the QEII bridge still some way off we turn away and say farewell to the old big River, for a good few days anyways. We’ll see it again at Kingston – a very different looking river!
Most of the rest of the day is going to be spent on the Cray Riverway, although at this point we’re actually alongside the Darent. And it looks to me like its flood barrier is down. I wonder if they were expecting some impending tidal doom?! The marshes here are one of the few remaining areas of Thames grazing marsh in London – and lots of horses seem to be taking advantage.
After a couple of miles trekking inland through the marsh tidal plains of the Darent and Cray, we hit a few more roads and recycling plants, before returning to the Cray. Here it looks more like a canal. We’re told that the reeds here are common reeds – Britain’s tallest grass. It can reach 10feet high on a good day. We’re told nothing of the Cray monster caught on the bridge though.
This stretch of the Cray is quite penned in by backs of houses on one side and light industry on the other. There was a bit of urban wildlife about – a fox must have had his eyes on the bunny rabbit before he saw me and scarpered. And the cormorant was frustratingly camera-shy.
We then find ourselves in buzzing Crayford town centre, in a small park in the middle of two parades of shops. Many of the shops have the word “Cray” in the name, so I was disappointed that the chippy I bought my lunch-time pie from was just called “The Parade Fish Bar” rather than some humourous punning “Cray Fish” or “Chips n Cravy” type thing. Although I was barely 4 or 5 miles in the late-ish start meant this was a good place to stop, and very pleasant too. Thankfully the octopus didn’t get me on the way out.
More urban walking now through Crayford, although there are some historical notes here that my pdf pamphlet is keen to point out. The Bear and Ragged Staff was the badge of the Earl of Stafford, who was killed in the Wars of the Roses in the Battle of Barnet just after he’d joined the Lancies. It doesn’t say what his connection with Crayford was though.
Then at a car showroom we’re told that the attractive gate posts are all that’s left of the old Crayford cinema – progress! We’re then back into open country, well playing fields at least. And at this point the instructions let me down somewhat. They say, and I quote, “At point (E) [heading from London Road] … ignore the first bridge but cross at the second one and turn left… follow the hedge and cross the little creek…”. Simple! So I followed the instructions but when I emerged on the other side, via the 2nd bridge, I turned left but something felt wrong. I could see a hedge and see a little creek but I was nowhere near them going away from them. Most confusing!
The map showed no bridges and no hedge, this is what it should have shown (I’ve added the bridges and hedge myself) :
Count the bridges… yes, there’s three not two. The LOOPer should really ignore the first two bridges and cross at the third to avoid being rather puzzled at the mark of the ?. Anyways, only a small confusion. And we’re soon back on track. No time sadly to visit Hall Place (“a fine Tudor mansion, with paneled great hall, minstrel’s gallery and fine plaster ceiling decorations…”) but its award-winning gardens look very nice.
Much nicer than the A2 which accompanies us for a short while! But the A2 is soon forgotten as we enter Churchfield Wood and its blooming wood anemones. We take a crafty short-cut, or rather a long-cut through the grave-yard of St Mary’s as I do like a good grave-yard, and we’re in Bexley.
Bexley, and its quaint tiny pavements, has shops! So refreshments were taken here. The good thing about the LOOP is you don’t have to pack much – you’re never far from a shop or cafe or pub or such, but of course there’s pros & cons to this! A long open path through open land – possibly an old landfill site – and farm-land takes us past a pumping station and back to the Cray.
The Cray here is very picturesque, especially with its 1780 brick weir-bridge. Foots Cray meadows beyond makes for a pleasant stretch. Unlike Foots Cray High Street and its unfeasibly huge crossroads. You don’t have to be away from traffic for very long for you to get used to not seeing traffic.
The football ground we pass is, we’re told, the home of Cray Wanderers who are one of the oldest football clubs in the country, founded in the 1860s. But the sign saying “Seven Acre and Sidcup FC” and indeed the internet suggest Cray Wanderers play somewhere else.
This little bit seems to be the scout hut & allotment district as the fenced in tarmac path takes us on way. Plenty of garden birds are to be heard, although not always seen. This house sparrow was just waiting to have his photo taken though!
Up a long shallow hill, towards “majestic giant redwoods” and a “great view back into the valley” neither of which were unpleasant but neither of I got excited about enough to include a photo of here either. At the top though there is a rather grand looking pub, with a nice looking walled garden. I didn’t have time to pop in though, and now having read up on it I’m quite glad. Type “The Bickley, Chislehurst” into your favoured search-engine…
After negotiating a rather disorienting Sidcup bypass underpass, we’re in the very nice Scadbury Park with its fine oak and birch woodland. And jays… and bloody parakeets!
Scadbury Park changes effortlessly into Petts Wood, the change being marked only by crossing St Paul’s Cray Road (the Cray is never far away, even in name only!)
The wood is owned by the National Trust, and part of it is the Willet Memorial Wood. William Willet was the man who invented British Summer Time, and therefore he gets a wood named after him. There’s also a Edlmann Memorial Wood here but the guide glosses over his or her contribution to mankind.
Where the LCDR Main Line crosses the Kyd Brook we leave the wood. In fact the number of lines we have to cross, via 3 big bridges, reminds us that we are deep in the commuter belt here.
We emerge on Tent Peg Lane, and into a very genteel suburban street lined with the type of houses that Reggie Perrin might have lived in. And here we are on Petts Wood high street, and very thirsty we are too. But its one pub is very busy, it is after all early Friday evening. So I go to check out the train times, and a train to London Bridge turns up at that very moment. Top
Day 2 – Petts Wood to Hamsey Green, 19miles
It seems – and is obvious really – that the start and end points of the LOOP sections are not really too near train stations. And as last time I missed the all important turn-off for Tent Peg Lane and ended up deep into the Jubilee Park at Petts Wood I decided today it would quite acceptable today to miss out that bit and just make a bee-line for the route. It would only mean missing out some streets, so nothing lost really.
First into the pleasant Crofton Woods, where even the path diversion owing to it falling into the stream is does in a pleasant manner. And I’m sure the fallen tree over the stream is a favourite for daring young boys from all over the neighbourhood.
The guide tells us that Crofton used to be owned by the Archbishop Odo who fought at Hastings and commissioned the Bayeux Tapestry. Apparently he used a heavy club to kill people rather than a sword as members of the church weren’t allowed to draw blood. One can only assume he was very gentle with his club.
After Crofton there’s more woods – Darrick Woods, in fact there’s going to be lots of woods today. And woods are often tricky to navigate through – especially Darrick Woods where we’re given instructions like “keep the wooden bollards to the right and walk past the fence towards the bench”. Darrick Woods is full of wooden bollards, fences and benches! Anyways, I just walked in the right direction and eventually popped out not far from where I was supposed to. I had to do this three more times in the course of the day. But when we do pop we’re greeted by a nice wide view and a lovely big sky.
Farnborough is a lovely little village, and not to be confused with its air-show namesake – some good-looking pubs here too. But sadly they’ll have to wait for another day. The Saxons called it Fearnbioginga – “the village among the fearns”, so now you know. St Giles the Abbott is the resting place of Gipsy Lee, so I spend a good 15 or 20 minutes looking for her grave. But not having all day to waste on such frivolities I give up.
But as often happens once I’d given up, I only spot her straight away, and her Gypsy husband’s, grave right by the path near where the exit to grave-yard. The grave-stone is slightly damaged, Mr Lee’s inscription reads “LEE BOSWELL GYPSY ..HIEF”. I’m sure if must mean “chief”, surely no other letter could be substituted and still make sense in the context of gypsies!
On we go to High Elms Country park, where again the directions manage to confuse. The say “turn left”, when “straight on” is what they should say. Luckily the yew avenue it describes is quite obvious and right in front of us.
After passing by the High Elms Clockhouse (about which there is no info in the directions nor nearby – the plaque there is waffling on about the community orchard we’re in) we stroll up Bogey Lane. Not a name I would pick myself! Ho ho. This leads us out onto Farthing Lane and Shire Lane. They have some old lanes round here!
Taking care not to get caught up with any trainee police dogs, the directions tell us to head for a bench. But what it doesn’t tell us is that the bench is right by the Wilberforce Oak. Surely such an important tree might merit a mention!
Down from the Oak and above the Keston fishing ponds, there is a spring which gushes forth more generously but the source of it is as still as millpond. Enchanting! Then onto Coney Hall – where a local bye-law says all the houses must be white.
We cross the prime meridian in Coney Hall rec – it’ll be some time before we cross it again! And via a St John’s, Corkscrew Lane, Sparrow’s Den playing fields and Spring Wood we’re in Three Halfpenny Wood. Thankfully free to access today, although I did think I’d have to pay to get out! We’re in the LB of Croydon now – always a thrill!
After a lengthy chunk of street walking, we enter the Addington Woods and go up Shirley Hills (also always a thrill!) With her gravel, gorse and heather it feels quite rural – it’s apparently the largest area of heathland in London. There’s a viewing platform at the top built for Croydon’s Millenary year in 1960. At first I read this as “Croydon’s Millinery Year” I wondered why Stockport hasn’t got something similar. Anyways, the views looking north over London are spectacular, especially if you like television transmitters. (The one on the left is the one that first brought me to London, all those years ago.)
The trams and rubbish remind us that we’re in Croydon now, but nothing tells what the huge water tower is for though.
The path now goes through the gardens of Heathfield House, and annoyingly the entrance we’re supposed to go through is marked as “authorised and disabled users only – please use entrance 100m on the left” or words to that effect with no LOOP makers, so I wander walk down 100m to use the entrance on the left, which is marked by LOOP waymarks, and bound down the shady leafy steps in to the gardens. But only to find that I have to go back up – the proper entrance to Heathfield I’d taken was in fact the exit of the path – hence the waymarks (for anti-clockwise walkers). Very annoying – I wish it had been made clear that I was supposed to use the entrance that I was otherwise being told not to use!
Anyways, I’m soon distracted by a very sinister-looking water tower in the Bramley Bank nature reserve. A water tower or GCHQ spying station – or aliens!? Who knows.
More poor directions “cross diagonally to a path on the other side of a metal hand rail” should really read “cross diagonally to a path on the other side of a metal hand rail, walk along this path for 20 yards and turn left so you’re going in the same direction as before”. Or even more helpfully “just keep going and duck under the metal hand rail”.
We’re in Puplet Wood now and the Puplet Beast that guards the woods is awake, but in a benign mood thankfully! She’s no doubt enjoying the wood anemones.
After passing Elm Farm we drop down a steep muddy path – Mossyhill Shaw – and the early-evenin view across the back of (I assume) Elm Farm is lovely.
Climbing back up brings us out in Sanderstead where we get the 403 to West Croydon. After a fair old hunt we find the entrance to West Croydon and head home. Top
Day 3 – Hamsey Green to Banstead Downs, 11miles.
Supposedly just 11 miles today, but at the start of the day and then half-way through I stupidly took two “detours”, caused by me just marching on and not looking at the map. This stuck another two miles on the total! Oh well, all good fun!
The first common of the day is Riddlesdown, where we rare chalkhill blues live. But we don’t see any today, if fact we don’t see any butterflies at all. A bit early I suppose. We also told that a trig point is a “concrete block used for surveying”, although how much use this one would be for surveying I’m not sure.
Just past the Kenley Observatory the guide says that there are earth banks that were blast bays to protect wartime Spitfires, but I couldn’t see them. Perhaps a telescope might have been handy?
Lunch is taken on a bench over-looking Happy Valley, with Devilsden Wood on the other side. It’s not the Happy Valley I know and love, but it’s very nice anyways. It’s home to one of Britain’s rarest plants – the greater yellow rattle – but I didn’t see any. Not that I know what one looks like. I didn’t see the devil in Devilsden Woods either, but who knows what he looks like!?
Farthing Downs is very pleasant, high (475ft – high for round here!) and flat, with Saxon burial mounds (that I couldn’t see) and fine views over the chalk valley and all the way back to central London, and the old Cane Hill Asylum which I’m told is currently being turned into luxury flats.
After a bit of faffing about at Coulsdon South station I’m back on track. But if it weren’t for such faffing about I might have missed the mile-post telling us the distance to Westminster Bridge in Roman numerals, and the distance to Brighton in English. Or Arabic rather. I’m realising that it’s a good idea to actually read the Loop section guide before you get there, or else you may well miss such little marvels.
Out of the busy centre of Coulsdon South there’s a long and tedious slog up to Clockhouse. The houses up here were built for soldiers returning from WWI – bit harsh to make them walk all the way up this hill! But once of the road and back out in the fields it’s all very nice again. The thick cow parsley shielded the view of the twin prisons of HMP Highdown and HMP Downview. And the Mayfield lavender farm is as unlike a prison as you could possibly get. In the height of summer the scented air but be so pleasant as to be over-powering!
We pop up in the middle of Banstead Downs Golf Club, and after dodging slices we then pop out on to the busy A217 where we change to dodging cars and look back to London in the distance.
As this is the end of day’s section I see a likely looking bridle way that runs alongside and high above the Epsom Downs Branch that will take me home, so I follow it straight to Banstead station. Sadly there’s no little shop to reward myself with an ice-cream though. Top
Day 4 – Banstead Downs to Kingston Bridge, 11miles.
A rare warm day today which hopefully should make for a pleasant day’s walking. Pleasant that is if you like walking past lots of big post-war well-to-do stockbroker-belt detached houses. Lawns being mowed and extensions being erected. But occasionally there is a bit of greenery and shade when the patch dives in to some woodland.
The shady path above right is The Ghost Road, which sadly isn’t as spooky as it sounds. It’s just an unfinished – or more accurately unstarted – housing development, curtailed by the war and the new fangled green-belt.
Just after here things get slightly more interesting with Henry VIII’s Nonsuch Park.
The concrete pillars show where his palace used to be, and the bricked-in clump of trees are where his banqueting house was. A banquet back then was actually just light refreshments. You learn something new every day on the LOOP!
Now we join the Hogsmill River, and follow it more or less all the rest of the way to Kingston – and very pleasant it is too.
Sadly we don’t get to cross the stepping-stones today, but we just carry on along the river and very nice it is. Apart from all the Japanese Knotweed. You have admire the noble efforts of some to try to cut it back, but wonder how futile they are.
As we hit the suburbs of Kingston we switch between road & river. Past the Duke of Buckingham – the Duke himself was killed at the battle of Surbiton Common in the Civil War. More to Surbiton than the Goods and the Leadbetters it turns out! Despite being channeled through concrete through the town centre the Hogsmill is clean enough for a few plump trout to dwell in.
And also to have a gentle look round the town centre, and fortuitously the museum is open late on Thursdays. Top
Day 5 – Kingston Bridge to Hatton Cross, 8½ miles.
A shorter day than I’d planned today as owing to someone under the train at Wimbledon the train was very delayed on the way to Kingston. Although during the enforced downtime I realised that the wrapper that the free waterproofing samples (themselves very useful!) would make a great impromptu map-case! That would surely be handy with much rain forecast. As it turned out it hardly rained at all for the rest of the day.
After a brief but none-the-less disconcerting walk through the shopping precincts of central Kingston, we reach and breach the bridge back over the River. And back into North London, technically. The next time we see the Thames we shall be done and dusted with the LOOP.
We enter Bushy Park via horse-chestnut avenue that the guide describes as “grand”, I don’t want to sound mean but it’s not really that grand. Nice yes, grand not so. At the end though as we come to the park proper we see two most enticing signs of a “beware of the deer” variety. How exciting, it hadn’t occurred to me that there might be deer in Bushy Park – rather stupid. I wonder if we’ll see any today!!
But I wasn’t going to be disappointed! Less than a minute into the park there they were. A dozen or presumably happily serviced does all lounging round their stag. A couple of onlookers were just feet away from them, and two women with prams and a girl jogging while hula-hooping went past and didn’t bat an eyelid. Must have been here before I thought as I stooped and stalked through the long wet grass trying to stay down-wind of them* hoping to get a good photo. I didn’t have to worry, they were clearly way too use to people snapping their likenesses to worry about me. And I was so see plenty more anyways.
* – not really.
Time was getting on – it would be dark in just a few hours – it had been some weeks since my last stage of the LOOP, so I had to leave the stag and his ladies now to push on. He let out a call as I went, presumably to bid me on my way.
Happily my stalking had landed me back on the path, and next up are a couple of pleasant ponds, the Leg of Mutton Pond and Heron Pond. Connected by a long canal like feature. There was no mutton to be seen nor herons. But many of the usual water-fowl suspects, and sea-gulls of course. And these days lots and lots of bloody parakeets.
Past a rather out-of-place looking water pump, stuck in the middle of the park with no explanation we come to some avenues of trees – horse-chestnut and lime. Now these are grand avenues! The guide says that they were planted in 1622, but the avenue (ie. road) running up the middle was Sir Christopher Wren’s idea.
In the Waterhouse Woodland Gardens we see some odd riverside posts, the odd pheasant. And a rather sad-looking bunny rabbit, suffering badly with myxomatosis. Poor thing, it will probably be dead by now.
Notice the “small bench”. I took this photo of a bench to illustrate what a “small bench” looks like – we shall return to that later. The trees in the avenue we pass are horn-beams. Must remember what a horn-beam looks like for next time!
More deer await as we head towards Upper Lodge and the park exit. Several of these younger stags were right in my way – and they didn’t look very young to me! They soon moved though, with a holler and a bray just for good measure. But over under the trees some other young bucks put on a good show with some high-spirited rutting practice.
As we emerge into Hampton Hill there’s a rather boring lengthy road stage, until we pop into Fullwell Woods – only to soon pop out again on the Uxbridge Road, from where more road walking eventually leads us to Crane Park – a large patch of mud alongside the River Crane. We pass under the road bridge, accurately described in the guide as “dark” and hug the river for a little while, clambering over the odd victim of the recent storm. THe guide then says “after a while the River Crane splits…” by which I think it means two branches of the Crane come together. Anyways, around here there was an arc of posts in the river with what seemed to be some submerged stepping-stones leading to them. Curious!
By a weir on the river there’s the Shot Mill – an 18th Century Gunpowder Mill. My plans to have a sit down for a few moments here were scuppered by a brief drizzly shower a minute or two before, so I rested upright admiring the shot-tower and headed on. Headed on along another long road stretch to Hounslow Heath. By now darkness had fallen – and quickly so. The guide says to look for a “small bench” and turn left here, but the only bench I saw was normal size. “Small” being akin to the one above, and I could see and turning to take anyways – it either not being there or it being dark. My new path took me straight out of the Heath and to the busy Staines Road again, and past a large ghostly looking dragonfly. I had intended to trek on to Hayes today, but as the path carried on through park-land along the Crane where it would be pitch black (I’d actually replaced the batteries in two torches just that morning but neglected to bring either) though I’d better call it a day. A long and tedious walk to Hatton Cross tube station ensued, constantly , being dive bombed by jumbo-jets coming in to land at all-too-near Heathrow. Top
Day 6 – Hatton Cross to Uxbridge, 12½ miles.
When I left the house in the morning for today’s LOOPette it was raining, but after the long tube ride out to Hatton Cross it had stopped. It was still grey – but hopefully I wouldn’t need my waterproof trousers that I had packed away for the first time on the LOOP.
Today’s instructions were going to leave something to be desired as it turned out, and navigational problems started as soon as I left the tube station – I was sure what side of the road I was supposed to be and there were no LOOP signs anywhere. After the large airport buildings the guide says to follow a large concrete wall – which was nowhere in sight, and therefore a tad confusing. An instruction like “Continue to the large concrete wall and then follow it” would be more useful. Anyways, with only airport shuttle buses for company we arrive at the Crane Bank Park.
We’re told that green woodpeckers and kingfishers can be seen here, but all we see is a very deep litter bin! And all we can hear are parakeets – they almost drain out the roar of the aeroplanes coming into land.
There’s been a crossing over Crane here since 1276, and current bridge is still rather nice. Although the dual carriage way it carries is more functional. Entering Berkeley Park sadly the promised natural hazards are not encountered.
By now the greyness had cleared completely and it was turning in to a very pleasant day indeed. Blue skies and sunshine, and a slight chill – good walking weather! Dog Kennel Covert was looking lovely in the currant bun, but the same couldn’t really be said for the brief walk alongside the North Hyde Road.
As we get to the Grand Union Canal we see the huge Nestle factory – the home of Milky Bars?? No, the semi-pleasant aroma of coffee in the air suggests it’s the home of Nescafe. Along the canal in the wrong direction we see the “gleaming whiteness of Bull’s Bridge”, over a branch to Paddington apparently for before the Grand Union was completed.
Now we were on the canal the directions were going to get very strange indeed. There’s constant talk of going through kissing-gates, but there aren’t any kissing gates on the tow-path. So unless they’ve been removed I’ve no idea what they’re talking about – but when does any tow-path have kissing gates? There are some to join footpaths leaving the canal but that’s it.
And then the instructions seem to differ wildly from the map, the sign-posts and the geography. It makes much mention of brick bridges – which we never see. I was definitely wasn’t lost, as the sign-posts alongside the canal confirmed.
But this sign must be ignored! No mention anywhere is made of Yiewsley, but it makes sense to follow the sign, right? Wrong – the actual path is 90degs clockwise away from Yiewsley, basically just the same way we were coming anyways. Not a very helpful sign at all! Passing through Stockley Park – a high-tec industrial estate and a golf-course the guide catches up with us. God knows where they’ve been. But then there’s more confusion. As we leave the golf-course, the guide says “Look out for the ‘London Loop’ sign and follow it to the right…”. What they actually mean is look out for the THIRD sign-post you’ll encounter from this point. As the first two indicate keeping left this too is very confusing. At least the A-frame bridge over Stockley Road is hard to miss!
After a long walk through another industrial estate, with some rather out-of-place looking houses and a pub that was obviously there long before anything else, and after passing the massive & mysterious JOhn Guest factory & offices – what do they do!? (snap-fit plumbing fittings apparently) we rejoin the canal! It would have been much quicker just to stay on the canal, and we would have missed nothing interesting really. Sure, two industrial parks and a golf-course break up the monotony but to be honest I think the monotony of the canal would have been preferable.
But more seriously the guide says “To carry on, keep going under the bridge. The next one is number 191, according to the plaque. Go under the bridge through a kissing gate.” This is quite wrong, firstly – again – there is no kissing gate. But secondly DO NOT GO UNDER THE BRIDGE! Turn right away from the bridge otherwise you’ll be walking the wrong way – back to Paddington rather than towards Birmingham which we want to be doing. I might email the LOOP people about this as I reckon it’s quite a slip-up. It’s not even as if the access to the canal has changed as it specifically mentions “at the bridge, head down the steps on the right, back onto the Grand Union towpath” which is correct.
Oddly no mention is made of the pill-box here. I assume it is a pill-box anyways. Mention is made of the granite coal tax marker up ahead, but sadly not until it’s told us to leave the canal and enter the Colne Valley Regional Park and I couldn’t be bothered going back to have a look. But here it is should you miss it too. It’s not as nice as this one we saw on the Thames Path though. I really should’ve learned by now to read these directions a paragraph or two at a time rather than a sentence at a time as they do jump around a bit.
Eventually we come to the end of the park and witness the spectacle of Little Britain lake – I’ll leave it to you to figure out why it’s called that, but I think the above photo was taken looking from Penzance.
After a lengthy seeming stretch alongside the Colne, and venturing in to Buckinghamshire we find ourselves back on Grand Union again! And this time stay on it until we get to Uxbridge and head home. And we eventually see a Braunston mile post, which I’m sure we’ve been promised twice already but no mention is made of this one. They were really concerned about Braunston back in the day!
And at this point I’m reckon I’m half-way round! I would’ve though some congratulatory message might have been in order from the guide, but apparently not. Top