Big news today was that we could car share again allowing us to go further afield. Starting off from Eydon, we all noticed that Martin had been polishing his boots (and Janes) as they positively shone of red cherry blossom. Overcast at this point but dry the route was a good mix of small lanes, fields and rough tracks, a little mud, and several stiles to negotiate. Heading towards the village of Culworth, saw the sun begin to peep through the clouds, and a coffee stop. Lots of red brick buildings due to local ironstone which must have been locally sourced as lots of references such as Kiln Lane, Brick Lane, Gravel Farm and the fact that a disused quarry is recorded on the map.
Onto the Battlefield Trail where none of us were 100% sure which battle was being referred to but for reference: “Battlefields trail Culworth - The Battlefields Trail runs through beautiful countryside in the heart of England. It links three of England's most important battlefields. Edgehill (Warwickshire, 1642) was the first major action of the Civil War in England. Cropredy Bridge (Oxfordshire, 1644) was a Civil War battle where the king temporarily rescued the royalist cause from total destruction. Edgcote (Northamptonshire, 1469) was a significant but largely forgotten battle in the Wars of the Roses.”
We could hear shouting but were unsure why until we neared the site of combat (RIFT Air-soft). According to Google, small unbreakable pellets of plastic are fired from the air-soft guns at human targets, they can hurt we were told but not cause injury. Shouts of ‘cease fire, do not shoot, walkers approaching’ rang throughout their camp as did Alexandra’s reply ‘we surrender’ [Ed –has she got a thing for men in uniform?]. Keeping our heads down as instructed to protect our eyes, we all emerged unscathed on the other side.
Lunch was taken high up overlooking one of the HS2 construction sites, conversation was mainly the upcoming West Highland Way trip and should Alexandra buy a new pair of boots as one of hers had worn causing a blister. Alan cut his walk short as feeling tired, probably due to his toothache causing sleepless nights, saying he would see us in the pub (thinking it would be about 30 minutes). 60 minutes later we arrived having missed the turning and adding a quite a few more steps [Ed –I don't know, I leave you for five minutes....], so the cold beers at The Royal Oak were welcomed more than anticipated.
Report by Sue
Walk rating – Good.
Pictures - Alexandra and Alan
The group takes a pause.
It's not everyday you see a totem pole in somebody's back garden.
Somebody seems to have gone overboard with the safety measures at this brook crossing.
Lunch is taken.
The buttercups were putting on a good show.
Alexandra and Sue fraternize with the invading army.
The Royal Oak at Eydon marks the end of our walk.
Our socially distanced drink at the pub.