One early summer’s morning, on the very last day of May, I took a train from Ely to the village of Watton-at-Stone with the intention of walking the 12 or so miles north to the market town of Baldock.  All of this within the county of Hertfordshire, just north of London.

I arrived at Watton just after 10am, it was still cloudy and overcast but the BBC weather page had promised sun later in the day.  I had bravely chosen to wear my shorts for the first time this year in the hope of catching some summer warmth.

I left Watton via the pretty River Beane, that’s someone’s garden lawn on the right hand side of the photo, lucky sods!

The River Beane at Watton-at-Stone

The River Beane at Watton-at-Stone

Very soon I was walking along the ridges of rolling Hertfordshire hills. By midday the clouds had cleared and the sun made a glorious appearance…

Summer in Hertfordshire

Summer in Hertfordshire

Yes, I know 0ilseed rape is a mono-crop and can be seen everywhere in the south of England but the yellow flowers are so brilliantly bright…

Summer in Hertfordshire

Summer in Hertfordshire

…and in the sun the fields and surrounding trees and hedgerows look stunning.

Summer in Hertfordshire

Summer in Hertfordshire

Just outside the village of Ardeley the path took me through a wood.

Woodland near Ardeley

Woodland near Ardeley

After Ardeley the path turns into a green corridor running between fields.  It was time for lunch, I made a cuppa tea and ate a Cornish pasty.

Lunch on the trail

Lunch on the trail

The corridor runs for a good six miles or so and took me almost all the way to Baldock.

Hertfordshire green corridor

A section of the green corridor near Weston, Hertfordshire.

Along the way I saw hawks and hares and some good looking spots for wild camping.

There aren’t many of these corridors left now and the good people of Hertfordshire are lucky to have this one.

Just before arriving at Baldock I realised I’d joined the Icknield Way (third marker on the post), a long-distance (well, 110 miles) walk I plan to do in the future.

Icknield Way marker

Icknield Way marker

I arrived in Baldock just after three and jumped on the train back home.  My first hike of the summer!

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I walked this, the second stage of the Great Ouse cut-off channel expedition, in May 2013.

Great Ouse Cut-Off Channel / River Wissey route

Great Ouse Cut-Off Channel (orange line) / River Wissey (purple line) route

I joined the Great Ouse Cut-Off (or ‘Relief’ as it’s also known) Channel at Downham Market at 6pm one mild Tuesday evening in May.

The Cut-Off Channel is a man-made waterway who’s job it is to divert water from the River Great Ouse when levels start to rise.

The Channel flows down to Lakenheath, some 20 miles or so to the south before going underground until it reaches Essex, where it empties out into a reservoir.

Great Ouse Cut-Off (Relief) Channel at Downham Market

Great Ouse Cut-Off (Relief) Channel at Downham Market

While the Channel cuts through privately-owned farmland, the actual banks (channel-side that is) are maintained and managed by the Environment Agency (EA).

The EA is a government body, paid for by me out of my taxes, so as far as I’m concerned I can hike on the land.

Is the land actually open for anyone to walk along?

Well I had to climb over a fence and scramble through some barbed-wire but there aren’t any signs saying entry is forbidden.

Though some things ARE forbidden…

No fun...allowed, except, possibly, walking

No fun allowed, except, possibly, walking

No, no, no…but what about walking? (And just what is the difference between ‘swimming’ and ‘bathing’?). The horses along the way didn’t care about any daft signs…

Horses on the Ouse channel

Horse on the Ouse channel

The banks of the Cut-Off Channel are a delight to walk along.  A gorgeous riot of lush green everywhere you look.

Trees line the banks, lovely grassy pathways to stroll along and no litter anywhere.  Very little sign of anyone else about at all. Wonderful!

Green, green, green

 I shot a short video clip:

I saw rabbits and deer…

Wildlife...a deer!

Wildlife…a deer!

I stopped for a while on a farm-bridge and gazed down the channel.  So hard to believe there was no one else about in such a beautiful place.

The Ouse channel, looking westwards

The Ouse channel, looking westwards

Eventually, after 10 miles, I reached the point where the Cut-Off Channel meets the River Wissey. On the photo below, the red pin is the Channel, the blue pin the Wissey and the green icon my wild camp.

Junction of the Cut-Off Channel and the River Wissey

Junction of the Cut-Off Channel and the River Wissey

The Wissey actually crosses the Channel on an aqueduct and I would have liked to given it a proper inspection but the light was fading fast (9pm) and I needed to find a pitch quickly.

I couldn’t get as close to the river for the camp as I would have liked.  The banks of the Wissey were covered waist-high in stinging nettles and I didn’t have the time to trample down a spot for the night. Instead I found a place on the side of the path.

It was almost dark as I set up camp, I pulled out my head torch and discovered the useless thing was broken. Luckily a break in the clouds gave the moon a chance to show herself and I suddenly had enough light to get myself sorted and into my sleeping bag.

I ate a Cornish pasty and sipped on a miniature bottle of scotch.  The moon was out, the stars twinkled above me, life was good.

I awoke at the crack of dawn.  I had slept in relative comfort, my sleeping bag cushioned by trampled grass.

The wild camp

The wild camp

I made a cuppa tea, ate some cake and watched the sun come up over the bank.

Sunrise over the wild camp

Sunrise over the wild camp

Shortly before 6am I was on my way…

River Wissey bank

River Wissey bank

…and soon had my first daylight view of the Wissey.

River Wissey

River Wissey

The rest of the walk was a lovely stroll along the river. Past the sugar factory…

British Sugar Wissington factory

British Sugar Wissington factory

Through leafy green corridors…

Path on the banks of the River Wissey

Path on the bank of the River Wissey

At one point I saw some movement in the reeds by the river and suddenly, before my eyes, I spied three young otters playing together.  I watched them, spellbound for a good minute or so before they scurried off into the river.

River Wissey

River Wissey – keep an eye out for Tarka!

After 7 miles I reached the village of Hilgay where I left the Wissey and took the bus back to Downham Market.

I headed straight for the wonderful Railway Arms cafe/bar/pub on Downham Market station where I devoured an egg and bacon sandwich.

A perfect end to a wonderful wild camp out in the fen wilderness, an adventure close to home in its truest sense.

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A Suffolk saunter alongside the river Little Ouse

May 19, 2013

I was joined on this walk by Herbert, an old friend from Canada.  He was in the UK for a few weeks and wanted a glimpse of the lovely East Anglian countryside. We decided on a hike alongside the river Little Ouse, through Thetford forest, between the Suffolk towns of Thetford and Brandon. We joined [...]

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A wild camp micro-adventure in a Hertfordshire wood

April 29, 2013

In a previous post I announced my early spring micro-adventure: a wild camp in a wood that I pass every day on my commute to, and from, London. I’m pleased to say the adventure went well and I spent a very enjoyable, and cosy, night in my hammock. I took a bunch of photos and [...]

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Great Ouse Odyssey – stage 5: Earith to Brampton

April 16, 2013

This is stage five of the Great Ouse Odyssey, a hike along the Ouse Valley Way, from the mouth to the source of the River Great Ouse, the fourth longest river in the UK. The hike was between 16-18 miles in length. I picked up the trail at Earith walking on a causeway between the river [...]

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A microadventure for the spring – a wood in Hertfordshire

April 6, 2013

It all started when I left a comment on Alastair Humphreys’ blog: Me: ”Everyday I sit on the train to work and watch the countryside go by and look oh so longingly at the woods, the woods, we gotta get into the woods!” Alastair: “Why don’t you walk home from work one Friday night. Try to follow [...]

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Hit the North! – Stage 6: Stamford to Oakham

March 30, 2013

This is stage six of the Hit The North expedition. I arrived in snowy Stamford just after midday, a friendly gent on the bridge agreed to take my photo. The river Welland was running swiftly under the bridge.  I followed the river westwards out of of town… …and soon found myself on the Jurassic Way an [...]

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Hit the North expedition – but where is The North?

March 23, 2013

A question that has been turning up in my mind regarding the Hit The North expedition is: Where exactly is ‘The North’ and how will I know it when I arrive there? As a southerner my response to this question has always been somewhat fuzzy and I’ve usually settled on the city of Nottingham as representing [...]

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In Praise of Wild Camping (no.6) – Stephen Graham

March 16, 2013

Stephen Graham (1884 – 15 March 1975)  was an English writer and journalist who wrote to support his travels. Graham spent much of his time tramping around pre-revolutionary Russia, mainly the north and the Caucasus. He also spent time tramping in California. Little know today, Graham was an astonishing man who wrote vividly about his adventures on the road, [...]

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Hammock wild camp practice in Shouldham Warren, Norfolk

March 5, 2013

Last weekend I took my new DD Frontline hammock out for a test run. This is the first time I’ve used a hammock and was not sure how complicated it would all be, it made sense to practice setting-up before going off on a wild camp adventure somewhere and having to learn then. I took the [...]

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