London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Langstone to Portsmouth

8th July 2016

Langstone to Portsmouth – 19.76km (12.28 miles)

On the 20th March 2016 i started with my block of gold at the ‘Bank of England’ in the City of London on a journey to travel by foot and carry it to Portsmouth following the canals and channels known as ‘London’s Lost Route to the Sea’. Today is the last section of this walk reaching either the final port of call for the barges bringing the wages and arms to the navy at Portsmouth or the start of the Journey if heading to London. There has certainly been some adventures on the way.


Starting at Langstone it was PK and Cookie walking with me today and the treks wouldn’t be the same if there wasn’t some kind of dilemma and just as soon as we got out the car today’s crisis was soon to become apparent, i had remembered to pack some food and water for Cookie, i also remembered to bring Cookie but a critical thing i did forget was her lead. Some quick thinking and boy scout skills were to come into play as in my rucksack i had a spare pair of boot laces, which i knotted up and attached to her collar, i’m not too sure that Cookie, sporting her new look, was that impressed with this idea.


Langstone is the last village before Hayling Island which was only accessible at low tide by a causeway, this became impassable in 1820 when a channel was dredged out between the mainland and the island so that the barges could pass through, this also meant that they then had to build a bridge across for access to the island, the original wooden bridge was replaced with a concrete one in the 1950’s as there was a weight limit on the original, apparently if a bus was full and wanted to cross the bridge then some of the passengers would have to get out and walk so as not to break the weight limit. Running alongside the modern concrete bridge you can see the remains of the swing bridge that carried the ‘Hayling Billy’ across the water, this was a steam railway that used to run between Havant and South Hayling taking holiday makers in the summer months to the beach and their accommodation. This unfortunately stopped in 1965 when the bridge was deemed unsafe and beyond economic repair. Apart from the struts of the bridge, the only other building that remains is the Old Station Masters cottage sited on the main road, looking in a bit of disrepair and needing some TLC. The cottage borders the route of the old railway that is now a cycle path all the way to South Hayling.

From Langstone we cut down Mill Lane to the harbour edge and from here you could see virtually the entire walk around the harbour and in the far distance the area where the canal cut in at Milton, it looked miles away, in fact it was miles away, we joked that if we had a boat we could have got across in no time time at all. Its been a week since we walked from Bosham to Langstone and on that leg the tide was low and coming in, however for this stage we would be watching the tide go out as it was high as it could possibly get lapping at the edge of the harbour wall. We set off around Bridge Lake on the raised harbour wall that was holding back the water from spilling into the cattle fields behind. After a couple of kilometres following the waters edge we then headed inland around a small inlet where the barges would have pulled up to pick up corn and meal from Brockhampton Mill, there are no remains of this mill apart from a small tranquil stream running over a weir and into the harbour. The rest of this area has been built up with many industrial units, including a gravel merchants that stands on the site where the barges would have moored, at least this part of the harbour is still in commercial use. The quick detour around this inlet soon saw us back on the harbour and heading west and not before long you could start to hear the drone of the motorway by which we will be passing quite close. As we got nearer, the noise of the Friday rush hour and tyres speeding across the tarmac got louder with commuters heading home from work or families going away for the weekend.

Thankfully it was only a short walk beside the motorway as it was incredibly noisy, we left the rushing traffic behind and headed out to go around the peninsula of Farlington Marshes which is a nature reserve with coastal grazing and lagoons attracting many species of wild fowl. Several signs were displayed saying that Cookie would need to remain on the lead as cattle roam freely on the marshes, we had so far got away with not having her on the lead too much, however, i don’t think she liked her makeshift lead as she kept stopping suddenly and just looking at me with a face that just said….”Really!!, do i have to wear this”. Anyhow i persevered with the stop/start routine even though i knew that if i let her off she wouldn’t go any further away than my ankle, she certainly wouldn’t cross a ditch, fence and bushes that were between us and the cows. It’s a good job though that i did keep her on the lead as we were then to pass two wardens walking around the marshes too, occasionally looking through their binoculars at whatever bird caught their eye.

It was a longer walk out to the head of the peninsula than it was back to the motorway and at points the sea water was splashing over the harbour wall. Back at the motorway was a couple of car parks, this built PK’s hopes up of an ice cream, but unfortunately only cars were parked up there. The way into Portsmouth was down the busy Eastern Road with lots of people travelling out the city and queueing up as they approached the roundabout, how glad was i that i was not in that queue.

A lot of sea defence work is being carried out along this edge which meant that we had to walk further along the road than we wanted too. However we stopped off at the Great Salterns pub for a lime and soda over and sat on the balcony overlooking the Langstone harbour contemplating the distance that we had already travelled today. We decided not to eat here but to carry on, and further defence works meant that we had to cut through Milton Common rather than walk around the harbour, however we did find a cut through by the edge of the fence which albeit a little overgrown would lead us back to the harbour edge and near to the Milton Locks.

The tide had gone out considerably now which meant that we could walk into the old lock at Milton, there were no gates on it but remains of the old posts that held them can be seen coming out of the silt. It was a little squishy underfoot but great to get down and amongst this lock and see the enormity of the wall thickness. Today the lock and inlet here only goes in about 100 metres and is used to launch boats into the harbour. The canal would have gone much further than this into the city centre and was fed by the sea water at high tide, however this part of the canal was only operational for three years as the local residents complained that the water leaking from the canal was contaminating the wells used for drinking water and subsequently was shut down and rerouted around the north of Portsea Island to the docks. The pub was right on the edge of Lock Lake another inlet from the harbour and a steak pie soon recharged the batteries again.

The last few kilometres of the trek was now going to be through the built up suburbs of Portsmouth and ultimately into the city centre, quite different to the fields and harbours that we had been previously walking around. From here there is not much evidence of the canal apart from the road names and that the route of the canal which is now a footpath can clearly be seen at the backs of the houses in Locksway Avenue, this led us into Goldsmith Ave and along to Fratton.

At Fratton the canal route was now where the railway runs and when the canal was drained the railway used the beds as it’s route into the city. On approaching the city centre there were street names such as Canal View and Arundel Street which is the last road that led us to where the basin once was.


My preconceptions of the end was just a shopping precinct with ‘Debenhams’ the department store just standing on where the basin once was, however to my delight and i was so pleased to see that this area had had some regeneration with plagues giving information about the basin along with boulders scattered on the walkways that were taken from the docks and canal, a perfect photo opportunity with my (fake) block of gold that i have carried all the way in my rucksack. I was so impressed that this area had been revived, as this canal was a big part of history for the south coast and visitors to Portsmouth can see this while going about their shopping.

The route from London to the Sea may be lost but it certainly has not been forgotten; with many volunteers forming restoration societies along the way, giving up their time to bring these waterways back to life whereby enabling visitors to enjoy the canal both on and off the water.

Since the 20th March 2016 it has taken 13 days (62 hrs) to walk 228 km (142 miles) from the Bank of England in the City of London to Portsmouth burning a mere 17,226 calories which on many occasion were replaced by a pie of some sort. This whole journey has been so varied from city centres to remote woods, from navigable canals to ruins of locks but nonetheless a fantastic walk that i would recommend to anyone to do, even though i never got to see a kingfisher. Well that’s my D of E Platinum Challenge complete, what will be next?


London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Bosham to Langstone

1st July 2016

Bosham to Langstone – 17.74Km (11.02 miles)

It was just PK and me walking today, i left cookie at home because of anticipated pebbles and long grass, both of which she would hate and both of which we encountered so leaving her behind was a kind option. The trek today is going to be all coastal, following the route that the barges would have taken through Chichester Harbour. The 1st half of the day’s walk was all the way around Chidham and Cobnor point, a peninsula of land that you can only walk around at low tide as the path at Cobnor Point on the southernmost tip floods at high tide and is totally impassable, that is so annoying if you are caught out and what happened to Susan and i when we did the Pier to Pier trek last year.

The day started off a little overcast however the wind was pretty relentless and with such a force that just kept blowing, because of this the clouds dispersed quite quickly leaving a lovely clear sky for the afternoon albeit that the wind was with us all day, usually it’s me with that problem, so i didn’t take the blame for once………lol.

The East side of the peninsula started off by going through farmers fields, passing through Chidham and then around the shoreline to Cobnor Activity Centre. The tide was at it’s lowest now and the harbour was mainly mud, silt and weed with a channel down the middle where boats can pass up and down. From the activity centre was a purpose made accessible path to Cobnor point, from this part of the path you have great views up the Chichester Channel where the barges would have come down and around Cobnor Point. At the end of this path were some steps that led you down to the pebbly beach and the part that can only be passed at low tide. This part of the walk was on pebbles in front of a high grassy covered bank with oak trees stretching out over the shore, or are they reaching back with their roots so that they don’t drink too much salty water, nonetheless they were pretty amazing that they have adapted themselves to such a harsh environment with the salty water and air along with the exposure to the wind and sun. There was quite a bit of erosion on the bank and a new path further inland had been created for a safer route, but as it was low tide we could follow the shore round safely and keep to the route of the barges. The bank has had attempted repairs on it using concrete but the forces of nature have taken it’s toll and had broken a lot of the concrete up.

Walking up the western edge of the peninsula was exceptionally windy as the prevailing south west wind would just not let up making it hard work to walk against. The western edge would be following the Thorney Channel which the barges would have taken and across the water and mud you could just make out the inlet called the ‘Great Deep’ (sounds like a monster should live there) where the barges would have crossed Thorney Island. At the top of the channel we started to head west as we had completed the peninsula and we were both hoping that an ice cream van would be parked up at Prinstead, selling lovely creamy 99’s with a plain chocolate flake, but unfortunately no such luck and at this point PK wished he had stocked up on chocolate earlier. We left the harbours and crossed Thorney Island at the top end as this was the nearest point to the ‘Great Deep’ and this path passed through fields and by a water treatment plant, we seemed to have passed a few of these and this one did not smell as bad as the others as they seemed to be spraying a scented mist into the air, however just as we approached the plant we were totally swamped by midges, i had never known so many and you felt like you couldn’t breath as you walked through the clouds of the horrible critters, i was frantically waving the map around thinking it would help clear a way through, eukk!

On the other side of Thorney Island was Emsworth Marina which again had some lovely boats moored in and many out of the water being renovated, here there were futuristic type houses on stilts, probably holiday homes. As we exited the marina we walked by Slipper Mill which would have been a port of call for some of the barges taking goods to London and then past slipper pond into Emsworth. At this point we were now getting hungry so we thought about stopping here for food, pie was on our minds again. But this was not an easy task as the 1st pub we passed was closed, the 2nd wasn’t serving food in the evening and the 3rd didn’t start taking orders until 6:30pm which was an hour away (and they had steak pie on the menu). We had to accept that food was not happening in Emsworth, so we decided to have a beer along with some nuts and crisps in the Bluebird before carrying on.

From here it wasn’t far to Langstone Harbour, so we headed out of Emsworth on the causeway around Mill Pond and then along the shoreline, looking back you could make out where the canal route would have come off of Thorney Island and back into the harbour channels. We again headed inland a short way through fields and passed Warblington church, cemetery  and castle before heading back to the shore, the tide was still a long way out and we could pass along the coast here easily as this also was a tidal section. On arriving at Langstone we passed the mill that used to refine corn and has been standing there since 1730. Behind the mill is a small pond with ducks, coots, moorhens and loads of white egrets nestled in the trees. We decided to eat at the Ship Inn which overlooked the harbour, but all the window seats were reserved so couldn’t look out. We were in the pub for about an hour enjoying our pint of San Miguel along with a Smoked Mackerel and Potato & Caper salad and  PK’s burger and chips, yum!

When we went into the pub the tide was still a long way out and it was absolutely incredible that on leaving the pub the tide was all of a sudden high, it had come in so quickly and covered the mud, we worked out that it would have risen by 500mm in 15 minutes and at that speed it could so easily catch you out at Cobnor if your timings were not right. From here we were to leave our trail for the short walk to the station following the Shipwright way.

London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Chichester to Bosham

25th June 2016

Chichester to Bosham – 16.68 km (10.36 miles)

Quite a clan of us embarked on the trek today that included Susan, Cookie, PK, Belinda, Tim, Kiah and myself.  You could say that we had formed a walking group, so lets call it  H.M.T.S., an abbreviation that will become more apparent later in the blog.

We parked up at Bosham  Station and caught the train to Chichester,  you could see the tall steeple of the cathedral as you looked east down the tracks from the station, in actual fact it  wasn’t that far to Chichester but the walk today will not be as straight but instead a big loop round and back. With all the recent delays i was surprised that the train arrived pretty much on time, so we all bundled on for the short journey. On the train Susan commented that she liked Tim’s T-shirt, which had a forest scene with Alaska written on it, he replied saying that he had not been to Alaska and that he only bought it from a well known supermarket and that it wasn’t an exclusive t shirt from ‘Hunky Men R Us’ (believe it or not, is no such store), this really cracked Belinda and Susan up and would be with us for for the day with many off the cuff comments.

On arrival at Chichester we started our walk at the canal basin, which again is where we finished last time. In the basin was one of the canal boats with all the tables laid up for brunch or lunch and people were arriving for their excursions. The water in this part was actually quite clear and Tim straight away was scouring his eyes over the it like a Heron looking for it’s lunch, It wasn’t long before he spotted a pike, a perch and some rudd that could all clearly be seen below the surface of the water. The actual start of the tow path south was guarded by a big swan who seemed to have had a bad start to the day as he would hiss and snap out at everyone that passed too closely, but really he was only keeping strangers at bay and looking out for his young cygnets that were on the water with mum. Today there also seemed to be lots of baby coots and moorhens, some really tiny and others who’s fluff was turning into feathers, all with their mums who were chirping away at us as we passed by.



Not long after we started the heavens opened and it started raining, the weather forecast said that there would be some showers with some of them prolonged and heavy, although we had the waterproofs with us just in case, i didn’t expect that we would need to be putting them on so soon, sheltering under the A27 road bridge we decided that this was probably a sensible time to put them on.

The first few kilometres on the towpath was heading south retracing our steps back from Chichester and down this branch line of the canal to Hunston. The last trek that Susan joined us on we started playing the ‘penny game’ and named some things to see, since then we have seen plenty of dragonflies and rabbits but no kingfishers (this is what i called out as i have really been hoping to see one on this challenge), well Susan pointed out to me that the boat on it’s way back to the basin was called ‘Kingfisher’, not sure that counts but probably the nearest i’m going to get, is it worthy of a penny in the ‘penny game’ though?……

At Hunston we rejoined the main canal that would have connected Portsmouth to Arundel and this section is known as the ‘Chichester Ship Canal’, they  would have to have been really small ships as this part of the canal was no wider than any of the others we had encountered. Along this stretch were many remnants of concrete that would have supported the swing bridges, one of which would have taken the old selsey railway over the canal, this has long been disused now and some of it has been turned into a cycle path. There were two main roads that we needed to cross connecting Chichester to the coast that in the days when the canal was operating would have been swing bridges, but now have been replaced with a modern concrete and tarmac bridges that has such a small span underneath no boats could pass through anymore.

So funny, as on this stretch we met an elderly man who was walking his dog, he briefly stopped and chatted to me, PK and Tim about the weather (typically British) and then carried on, Susan and Belinda were a little way behind at this stage, i think the talking was slowing them a little….lol! However the same gentlemen commented to the girls that that was a big group of men, referring to us. Later when they told us what he had said Tim suggested that we were the H.M.T.S. which means ‘Hunky Men Trekking Society’ once again we all cracked up, the only bit of the H.M.T.S. that is true is the fact that we were trekking, this name seemed to stick with us all day, not sure what sort of characters it would encourage though if there was such a group.

We next arrived at Chichester Marina which was at the end of the ship Canal, it was a long entrance and the walk was on the road that took you into the marina at this point we found a lock hidden behind some overgrown bushes that had the upstream gates closed and although they were leaking and looked a little bit in need of repair they were holding back the water very well. As we got further into the marina there was houseboats on the canal, some being repaired and one being built, however the majority were very square and not boat like. We soon reached the lock at the end of the canal that had the upstream gates closed holding back the water in the canal and the downstream gates were in such disrepair that they would not been capable of closing. This lock when operational would have been tidal and could only have been accessed during periods when the tide was high. This last lock was the end of the chichester ship canal and would lead into the harbour and from here on the barges would be towed by tugs follow the various channels to Milton near Portsmouth. Before the modern marina was constructed this part of the canal was used to store the yachts, but demand for more space to keep them meant that the chichester marina was expanded to take the many millions of pounds worth of boats that are in there today. The entrance to this is also controlled by a lock so that the marina always remained full of water. The gates on this though were controlled mechanically so not much muscle needed here.

Now that the canal has joined the harbour, the walk will be of completely different scenery, and we will be walking as close to the route through the harbour as possible. The first part is walking down alongside the chichester channel that is lined with fields and small estates of some very exclusive properties overlooking the harbour, some with there own access and boats. We were all beginning to get hungry now and Belinda by now had asked several times if we were nearly there yet. The rain also was beginning to get heavy now, so the pace was stepped up so that we could get to ‘The Ship’ pub for lunch. Inside the pub it was very busy and luckily a table was just leaving as we arrived, on looking at the menu all of us but PK decided to go for the fish and chips, which i had beer battered hake…..mmm


After re-energising with lunch we set off on the afternoons leg, the rain had stopped now and occasionally when the sun came out it was really warm on your back. We walked down the main street of Itchenor with it’s seaside cottages to the harbour and we then had to get the Itchenor ferry across the channel to the side where Bosham was, when i say ferry it’s a small dory type fishing boat, but nonetheless saves us a lot of walking.

There was no jetty on the Bosham side of the harbour so the boat beached itself on the pebbles and put down a big ramp for us to walk down, we set off around the shoreline of the harbour and was now following the Bosham Channel, this bit was not used as the main canal route but would have connected Bosham with any trade from the sea. This path is also tidal and with the tide coming in raised a few concerns in my mind as to whether we would make it all the way round without being cut off, however at the moment its all still accessible. The last little bit of shoreline just before the road was very nearly blocked as the tide had come in quite a way leaving just the narrowest of pebbles that we could walk on, five minutes later and i think we would have been paddling. My boots are beginning to wear out and a part of the stitching is coming away so the water had leaked through them making my feet wet, Susan also had a problem with water getting in too, looks like a trip to the outdoors shop for some new boots for the pair of us, i can’t complain though as they have certainly covered some miles. . The road around to Bosham was also beginning to flood but luckily we only had to wade through a small part of the water as the path was raised up high than the road in most places. The rain was now beginning to return as we approached the village of Bosham, so once again we sped up. In the village we sat undercover in a tea room courtyard eating ice cream, caramel and honeycomb was the flavour for today, with a plain chocolate flake……..yum. The weather was so erratic today and as the rain had subsided again we head off on the last section by the side of the harbour to the cars at the station. As we were approaching the end of the walk the sky was really blackening and just before we got to the cars the heavens finally opened once again. Another great walk on this journey and although it rained heavily on and off that didn’t really matter as i had great company for the day and lots of laughs on the way……

London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Ford to Chichester

12th June 2016

Ford to Chichester – 18.78km (11.67 miles)

We started after lunch today, Matt and Gemma had stayed over the night before, so it was great to spend the morning with them and debating the weather on our phones, it was amazing that all three had different forecasts, me the optimist stuck with what my phone was saying which wasn’t far wrong, rain in the morning and clearing up in the afternoon; which it did…..

PK picked Cookie and i up early afternoon and we parked at the station in  Ford (don’t mention to PK about reversing into the wall of the station, even though he had the reversing beepers on the car……..ooops!). We headed down the road to where we left off from last time, and on this short bit of road you could see a small section of the old canal going under the road and past a couple of houses that were built in 1877, i would guess that in the day they probably had a role to play in the operation of the canal. On leaving the main Ford Road it was straight into the farmers fields and the path took us right across the middle and through the crops, apart from on the map there was no evidence of the canal here at all, it suddenly stopped at the back of the cottages and became the field of crops.


From Ford to Yapton it was mainly going through and around crop fields until we reached the outskirts of the village when the canal started to become apparent again, you could make out the distinctive dip in the ground and generally a line of trees too. A lot of new houses have sprung up here and you could tell that this canal has made it’s mark in history as the roads were named after it, like Navigation Way and Canal Road this naming of roads was also seen later in the day as we approached Chichester too. Incredibly we found some more evidence of the canal amongst this urban area as an old bridge is semi hidden behind some bushes and trees, it’s absolutely amazing that it has stood the test of time and remained intact, the bridge sadly served no purpose any more and was just overgrown. We stopped at the Co-op in Yapton so that PK could pick up a Mars bar to boost his energy and then we carried on and out of the village, on leaving there is a fine example of a bridge that i would imagine has got a preservation order on it, as all around it there are houses with some actually built on the path of the canal.

The disused canal from Yapton onwards is now quite evident as to the route it took and the path runs along with it too, on this section that passes Barnham there are many remnants of the  ‘Hollingsworth Swing’ Bridges that used to operate on this canal allowing farmers access to their fields.

A couple of miles to the South of this section of canal is home and we could pick out some distinguishing points, like the two tall trees by PKs house, Fitzleet flats and Butlins. The grass again was quite long on this section and every now and then i would see a cloud of pollen get kicked by PK out of the tufts of grass, which did not do me any good at all, from amongst the long grass was a small grass snake just basking in the sun on the path, he/she was lucky that we didn’t tread on them. A little further on and after crossing the railway line we were greeted with the most foul stench that got stronger the further we walked, we eventually found out that it was the main sewage plant for Bognor, it was disgusting. We crossed the A29, the main road that leads to London and also in the main follows an old roman road called Stane Street, hence it is pretty straight.

On the other side of the road the grass is surprising well kept and nicely mown and every so often there was a test pipe with a gas tap on the top, these are for the gas that is drawn off the local landfill site, as you can see from the blog that this little section of the disused canal is not that pleasant, however although disused and overgrown the canal is still quite evident on our left. When the neatly mown track finished it went to quite the opposite and we were battling against some really overgrown path, of which later we found out that there was an easier route around. The fields all of a sudden changed and were full of poly tunnels that had strawberries and raspberries growing in them, you could smell the sweet aroma and also see the the big juicy fruit growing too, so tempting, it makes you also wonder how many get eaten by the staff……We walked past these tunnels for quite a way through Colworth, across the A259 and finally on to Merstham where we would leave the overgrown paths and join the road for the next few kilometres, this was much to cookies delight as she was so fed up with the long grass. At this point the only evidence we could find apart from on the map was a dilapidated bridge, again very overgrown and in a lot of ruin.

The route of the old canal would have gone straight across the fields, which there is no footpath so we need to leave the paths here and follow the road for a short way, a little bit risky as it was single track, however on reaching Mundham there was a proper pavement which made it much safer. At Mundham we decided that a 15 minute rest is in order so we stopped off at the Walnut Tree for a quick lime and soda, makes a change from the water that I’m carrying. From here to Hunston meant following the road as this main route to Chichester follows a small part of the canal which is very evident next to the road, parts of it even contain water.


At Hunston the canal divides, you have the branch line which goes into Chichester and the main canal which carries on to Portsmouth, we are to take the branch line today that will take us alongside a working section that regularly run trips, especially Easter Bunny and Santa trips during the holidays. This section of the canal is also very tranquil and you often see anglers with their rods out, today though it was more joggers and walkers. After passing under the A27 we are coming in towards the city and the canal basin, you also have here the only working ‘Hollingsworth swing bridge’ that is predominantly in the open position, i have seen them close it once in the past.

The basin in chichester is home to the two pleasure barges the Kingston and the Richmond and also many small rowing boats that you can hire, the canal society also keeps it’s working vessels here too, which one year i managed to invest some explorer scouts on.

Since leaving the Walnut Tree we had both decided that we really fancied eating at a local carvery as being a Sunday we really fancied a roast. So after catching another delayed train, picking up the car, dropping off cookie and arriving at the pub we could not believe that the kitchen was closed……unbelievable! We were running out of choices and ended up in The Fox in Felpham where we had something completely different to what we had psyched ourselves up to……..

London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Amberley to Ford

4th June & 10th June 2016

Amberley to Ford – 15.33km (9.52 miles)

The reason that i have two dates above is that i have walked this section twice now, once with Belinda, Tim and Kiah on the 4th and then with PK on the 10th which was a good shout as i got to see some of those things that you miss the 1st time round. I shall start the Blog with the trek on the 4th.

4th June 2016 – The night before i was on a numpty bowling night so the head was a little hazy this morning, i must do my planning better……lol. However the start of the day on the train couldn’t have gone smoother after the trouble i had had with them yesterday, cancellations because of sickness and signalling problems. It’s great to have company on my walks and Belinda, Tim and Kiah joined me today for the walk from Amberley to Ford.

On the last leg of the trek i completed the recognised long distance ‘Wey South Path’ and now it is a case of navigating my own route as close to the river and canals as possible; which for this stage will be no problem at all.

The 1st bit of todays trek is across the causeway at Amberley which is not the safest of walks as we have to duck in and out of the recesses on the bridge as cars would pass really quickly and close, it’s not that wide so was a bit scary, fortunately this was only a short bit and on leaving the road we join the banks of the River Arun and start following the course of the river. The river at this point has now become tidal and the tide is coming in with the flow heading inland, bringing lots of seaweed flotsam in with it.

After passing through a few fields we enter South Woods where we are greeted with the soft smell of wild garlic again, the path is still following the river and the ground is quite wet in places, over the last winter this area would have been flooded as the river had burst it’s banks on quite a few occasions. This was probably the reason that all the board walks were in a shambles and falling down, the boardwalks would have enabled you to walk this route when the river is really high and coming over the banks, however they wouldn’t be very effective now. In South Woods you often get people wild camping under the chalk cliffs which is not strictly legal but the little clearings make great camps. We also came across a rope swing that someone had put up and attached to a massive tree, i so wanted to have a go but on looking at it i was concerned that the combination of straps and rope wouldn’t hold my weight, i thought it was best not to chance it.


A few days before the trek i had kind of told Belinda and Tim that it would all be flat as we were following a river, however i forgot about the little climb of about 48 metres on the outskirts of Arundel park, not good for Tim’s knees but hopefully not to bad. The descent back down to the river took us through the tiny hamlet of South Stoke with it’s Saxon Church ‘St Leonards’ that has stood there since the 11th century.

We rejoin the river and continue heading south along the banks, passing through some cow fields before reaching Offham and the famous Black Rabbit pub that has been here for over 200 years. The outdoor seating area here is fantastic as it overlooks the river and has a variety of tables and chairs, a bit cheeky but we decided to sit at one of the benches and sneakily eat our sandwiches, cheese and tomato for me and egg mayonnaise for B & T made by Tim in the morning to Belinda’s exacting standards. The river at this point now had reached it’s high tide and was static with no flow. In the past you would have been able to hire boats from here for pleasure on the river.


After lunch we continued passed the Wildfowl & Wetlands Centre and you could hear the calls of various birds including seagulls that have probably flown in for the free lunch. After a few more kilometres winding around with the river we reached arundel, a beautiful market town with a castle, cathedral and many ghost stories (i’ve taken the tour). We stopped here as i it was time for an ice cream, i had the Rocky Road flavour and B & T the Brownie & White Chocolate flavour. Arundel also makes a good beer, so it would have been rude not to stop off at the Arundel Brewery Shop and get some local beer for when i got home.

The route took us through Arundel Town and past some very old cottages that must have seen plenty of history and then out into the fields to wind our way down to Ford. The South Marsh Mill could be clearly seen on the East side which is now a house, but was built in 1830 and operational up until 1922. On our side we passed Billycan camping, a site set up with Bell tents, Yurts and Tipi’s that you can hire to get away from hustle and bustle of modern life.

Tim’s keen eye spotted many mullets swimming in the shallows of the river that was now on it’s way out, however my eye was not as keen as i kept missing them, but then again Tim is a seasoned angler and knows when to spot a good fish. The clouds and haziness had cleared towards the end and the temperature was rising; which was beginning to sap our energy. As we passed under the railway at Ford we could see the inlet where the Portsmouth section of the canal joined the river. This housed a few house boats but only went in about 50 metres before being blocked by a wall where most likely the lock would have been.

On leaving the river we pass another 11th century church at Ford before joining the road and seeing the last remnants of the canal going underneath. On this last part of the walk we joked every time we saw a train go past that that was our train, even though we knew that there would be plenty more, however the joke nearly back fired as when we were walking up to the station the level crossing gates went down and a train came in, we had to muster up some extra energy and run for the train that we caught by the skin of our teeth and just got on.

On putting my feet up in the garden when getting home the ‘Sussex Gold, beer that i bought tasted so good……..


10th June 2016 – PK has so got into this walking now, he wore his old boots into the ground and were dumped in a bin at Cranleigh and now he is talking about getting a new rucksack to replace the trusty old one that he currently has, i better not take him ‘Cotswold Outdoors’  as it took me one and a half hours to buy my new one, well i had to make sure it was comfy and looking back that was good hour and a half spent. Anyhow the fact that PK has got hooked meant that he couldn’t miss a stage so i was more than happy to redo this section again, particularly as more beer would be involved……

After catching a delayed train to Amberley we set off on the same route as before, which was across the causeway and around the river to South Woods where the rope swing was. Me being the big kid i am meant that i just couldn’t resist it this time and had to have a go, so i tentatively tugged on the rope and straps and it felt relatively sturdy so it was a case of going for it. So i climbed up the roots of the tree with the swing in tow and jumped on the stick and gripping the rope between my legs………yay it held my weight and was great fun until trying to get off which was not going to be so easy as it was not in easy reach of the ground with my legs, after a bit of cramp i managed to dismount the swing, although good fun i thought having another go was pushing my luck.

When we reached the Black Rabbit this time we stopped for a cheeky drink, i had a fruity seasonal beer called Bouncing Bounder made by Badgers and PK had a cup of tea…….really……lol, i suppose he is older than me.

Between the pub and Arundel meant going through the cow fields again and previously the cows were further into the field, but this time they were on the path and looking at us face on, PK took the option to give them a wide berth and myself, feeling brave decided to stick to the path, the cows (actually bulls when i had a closer look) were far too hot to be bothered with me, in fact one even let me stroke his nose and that is really brave for me.

In Arundel after a quick walk around we decided to eat in the Red Lion opposite the Market Square, PK had the usual pie and i opted for the asparagus tart with a pint of Sussex Gold beer, nice!

The last bit of the walk down to Ford was quite muggy and warm and even rain but didn’t take long at all. Another great hike completed even though i’m still struggling with hay fever. Bring on the next one…………

London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Newbridge to Amberley

2nd June 2016

Newbridge to Amberley – 20.91km (13 miles)

PK and i caught the train to Billingshurst which is the nearest point to todays walk and trekked across the fields for a few kilometres to where we left off last time. The grass is quite long at the moment and paths over grown with nettles, good job i didn’t put the shorts on today, however as i was to find out the long grass will play havoc with mine and PKs hay fever. On heading down the hill from Billingshurst towards the old canal a young deer leapt up out of the grass and ran across the field in front of us, speedily bounding and skipping away.


We are still following the Wey South Path and today will be the last leg of this recognised long distance walking route, but not the end of the challenge. The canal will only be recognisable in stages with some of it passing through private land. The first part of the walk was through fields next to the River Arun, which is still only a few metres wide and the canal is barely recognisable at this point, mind you a little further on it became more apparent. After rejoining the canal for a short way we reached Lordings Lock, Aqueduct and water wheel. The Lock is completely dry now but was once filled by the water wheel lifting water up from the River Arun and into the lock, the waterwheel is totally functioning and after a bit of research i found photos online when it was filled up in 2007.

We were able to follow the canal for a couple more kilometres, which although had water in was exceptionally overgrown with weeds and reeds, the canal society need to get the jungle busters in on this section!  At Haybarn Farm we come across a working swing bridge which at this point is the only functional bit, as the canal is still very overgrown here. At this point we leave the canal for a while and walk through some more fields, woods and a road before we meet it again briefly at Pallingham Quay, that in it’s day had some minin docks and a stone workshop. From here to Stopham the route involves mainly walking along country roads that left the river and canal and passed by Coombelands racing trainers and the gallops where they train many winning racing horses.

After walking through the woods at Pulborough Park Plantation you can see that the Arun has over millions of years cut a valley into land with some really steep sides, almost gorge like. As we came out the woods the pub was there in front of us and lunch was a welcome break, for lunch PK ordered the mandatory Steak Pie and i had a Halloumi and Mediterranean Vegetable sandwich. The River here is now considerably wider than it has been previously and Stopham Bridge spans across the banks that in the 17c was a drawbridge that was later altered by raising the central arch which allowed the larger barges through.

After lunch we continued south following the route of the Arun Navigation which was built to cut off a corner of the River Arun and save about three and a half miles to do this route they had to build a tunnel at Hardhat that passed under a road and railway as well as a hill. The Hardham tunnels are  now not passable as they are blocked in the middle and are also hidden away from the path, however PK and i found the the Southern Entrance to these tunnels through the nettles and behind some metal grating, as we peered in you could feel the cold air coming out, huff was on our breath as we breathed. Back on the path and the cowslip was as tall as us and brushing past this is really setting off the hay fever, we also heard the chirps of baby birds and looked up to see holes cut in the trees where the sound was coming from, these nests must have been made by a woodpecker. At Greatham Bridge we once again briefly rejoin the Arun and the opportune moment to have a game of poo sticks (Yes! PK won), but there was no sign of where the canal actually joined. Greatham bridge in the main is a fine example of a stone bridge but following a storm was damaged and the portion that was washed away of the bridge was replaced with a steel section.

We follow the river for a short way and then leave it to wend off a little way from us as we walked through the Amberley Wild Brooks, an area that i think would be impassable in the winter as the ground was quite soggy in places and it’s been so dry recently. I have never walked across these brooks as in our teenage years we set out through here on a night hike and got freaked out for some reason and legged it back, however during the day there was nothing to be afraid of. Coming out of the wild brooks and swamps we enter the old village of Amberley, it reminded me of an old french town and you can imagine a really good community spirit here.

The end of the walk is met with a 68m climb up the downs to the South Downs way where the Wey South Path finishes, i was hoping that they would be some sign that we were either at the start or the end, but no there was nothing apart from the South Downs Way sign…….doh!. A short walk down the hill and we were back at the station and the car, a long but good walk today however all the long grass and overgrown paths meant that our hay fever has been a problem, we also both managed to see a rabbit and dragonfly but no kingfishers……….


London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Loxwood to Newbridge

7th May 2016

Loxwood to Newbridge – 10.61km (6.59 miles)

A short leg today, but probably the right choice after a night out with the lads. Today is also the hottest day of the treks so far. PK, Cookie and i started at Loxwood where we left off last time and the weather had certainly brought out the visitors today as the car park was nearly full and people were milling about everywhere as well as taking the boat trips up and down the canal.

The first part of the walk was from the Onslow Arms along the the fully restored and navigable part of the canal. As we were walking on the towpath we caught up with a slow moving barge that had a party on, the champagne seemed to be flowing and lunch being passed around, how civilised. We followed alongside the barge and as it went through the locks we would help by opening the gates for them once the water had drained through the sluice. Our walking pace was a little faster than the boat and after a while we left it behind, but it did catch us up when we stopped for lunch at the Drungewick Aqueduct. This part of the canal is bordered by farmland and at this time of year the primroses, bluebells and wild garlic are all in full bloom.

The canal from here continues a little further but unfortunately across private land so we had to leave it here and follow footpaths once again as close the route as possible. After following the road a short way we entered some more woods that were carpeted with bluebells and giving off that lovely sweet aroma.

We walked through some woods and farmland of which we were to see and amazing abundance of wildlife, such as alpacas, herons, hawks and geese to name a few. We then reached the B2133 at Newpound Common and still no sight of the canal just yet, we had  a short walk along this road which links Billingshurst with Loxwood before turning off and rejoining the footpaths once again to take us back to the canal.


We rejoined the canal at Loves Bridge which is reputed to be one of the most beautiful bridges on the canal, not sure why it is so called although their is a Loves Farm nearby too. From here we are able to walk alongside the disused canal once again, this section also with water in albeit static. The walk from here down to Newbridge was alongside the canal with the River Arun to our left which at this point is no wider than a few metres and also restricted by fallen trees. On this section of the canal there was a disused weir that is still used as an overflow should the water level rise too much and Rowner Lock which is no longer in use, but was used by the canal’s restoration society to practice lock renovation techniques on, there also used to be a lock house here but we could find no evidence of it. Unusually at this point an electricity pylon straddles the canal with its feet either side on the banks, this would certainly not have been here in the canals heyday. A little further along and there was a fully restored lift bridge too, it’s good to see evidence of renovation but it will be a long time before it’s navigable again in it’s entirety.

The last bit of the walk today took us through a cow field which normally wouldn’t bother me however today some feisty cows decided to get a bit too close to comfort, making us think of escape routes to get away from them should they charge, i suppose the worst case would have been to jump in the canal… After a lot of looking over our shoulders to see what they were up to they eventually all ran off in the other direction.

Newbridge Wharf was to be the finish today and is the end of the Wey & Arun Junction Canal that we had been tracking and now becomes the Arun Navigation which is the last link to the River Arun.

London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Cranleigh to Loxwood

1st May 2016

Cranleigh to Loxwood – 12.86km (7.99 miles)

The sun is shining, it’s bank holiday weekend and a great day to continue the walk along the lost route. Susan, PK, Cookie and Kiah have all joined me on todays trek from Cranleigh. The hike started with a brief walk along the road before heading back across the fields to the canal of which we followed a short way before it then cut through private land meaning that we had to follow the footpaths close by and leaving the edge of this disused waterway. We decided to play the ‘Penny Game’ which is something that we used to play in the car with the children (and occasionally still do), The game is very simple in that you have to name an object or animal or anything really and the first person to see the said object wins a penny. So i suggested a Kingfisher, PK a Rabbit and Susan a dragonfly and we then had to keep our eyes peeled for the rest of the day.

The first half of the walk did not continuously follow the canal as it went through a lot of private land and this meant that quite a bit of the walking was on minor roads. However the second half of the walk was to be completely different as we would rejoin the exact route of the canal. After walking across open farmland at the start of the day, we were now going into Sedghurst Wood where the canal winds it way through. As we walked in to the woods we were met with a beautiful sweet smell and a sea of blue, the blue bells were out in full bloom and we had never seen such a lovely display as here, the good thing too is that it was not awash with people wanting to catch a glimpse of the flowers.

A little way in to Sedghurst Wood and following the edge of Fir Tree Copse nature reserve we rejoined the canal, which some parts were totally dry. This section was so quiet, when you stopped you could hear just the birds calling in the trees, and only occasionally did we pass someone. The woods surrounded the canal and the sun filtered through the trees which added to it’s beauty, however a lot of trees were also growing out of the canal itself. I would definitely say that this has to be one of my favourite sections of the canal so far.

The section from Cranleigh to Loxwood would once have had thirteen locks, taking it down a gradual gradient when heading south, however as most of the canal is now disused these locks although marked on the map have disappeared since the closure of the canal in 1871. The first lock that we came across was Gannets Lock that was under reconstruction by the Wey & Arun volunteers, there were about half a dozen men milling about and relaying bricks to form the side walls of the lock. There was no water at this point and talking to one of the volunteers he suggested that although this lock should be finished in September 2017, it won’t be navigable for a while yet as they need to get some permissions to restore the canal going through some private land. The canal has been under restoration since 1970 and this section leading up to Loxwood has had many of the locks reconstructed and made navigable since 2010.

The last few kilometres of the walk took us alongside the restored navigable part of the canal and we started to see many more walkers out for a sunday afternoon stroll that had parked up and walked from the visitor centre. We also saw one of the three canal boats that they have full of people enjoying a coffee whilst taking a trip up the canal, seemed quite civilised to me. We finished our walk today at the visitor centre and Onslow Arms in Loxwood, at this point we were now getting peckish so we decided to sit outside and have some food, which when served up was was really good portions and certainly welcome after the days walk. Over our meal it did start to get a little nippy in the air, so soon after finishing the meal and reflecting on the day we decided to look at the visitor centre at which point we watched the canal boats come back in from their trips and pick up the next lot of visitors.

Loxwood is approximately half way through my challenge as i have covered 106 kms from the Bank of England to here and i estimate about the same again to get to Portsmouth. So far over this distance we have seen many things such as Alpaca’s and Parakeets, but today not one of us saw a Kingfisher, Rabbit or Dragonfly…………

London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Guildford to Cranleigh

17th April 2016

Guildford to Cranleigh – 15.94km (9.9 miles)

Just before i start telling you about todays trek last week i completed the missing link on the Weybridge to Guildford leg. If you can remember we had to divert away from the canal because of a police investigation and walk through residential streets instead, well i decided to take half an hour out of my busy working day to just walk the 1.4km that we missed. The weather was really warm and i ended walking just in shirt sleeves. This little walk took me along the canal under the A3 and into the outskirts of the city centre, a peaceful walk at the start with the birds singing, i heard a rustling in the grass, took a look and a snake slithered off, i didn’t see it enough to work out whether it was a grass snake or adder. As i passed under the A3 the traffic was stationary above, which made me thankful that i was walking rather than sitting in the traffic, a detour home will be in order to avoid that.

Back to today’s trek with PK, Cookie and Kiah.

We started by the canal in Guildford where we left off last time, it was a saturday and the streets were busy with shoppers, yet the canal that runs right through the centre seemed to be a level of calm and with just a few walkers, cyclists and joggers but no mad rush of the hubbub of the city. The Wey Navigation cut through the city and before long we were leaving the centre and into the leafy suburbs, the path was now to become very muddy and wet due to the recent rain, this was going to make the walking a little more testing.  The canal started meandering through the Surrey countryside and locks were to become less frequent, after about 3 km into the walk we had an unplanned initiative test and that was that PK’s hike boot of 20 years was to become a flip flop as the heel came away, after a little thought he re-tied the laces such that they wrapped around the sole holding it on, all was good again for the next few hundred yards when unbelievably the other boot decided to do the same, I got to admit I did find it exceptionally funny and couldn’t stop laughing.

We followed the Wey Navigation south for a few more kilometres to Shalford, past the old Gunpowder store, a wooden hut that stood on cement mushrooms, which was used to store the explosives being transported up the canal. At this point, on the Wey Navigation is  the junction with the Wey & Arun Canal of which we are to follow, the main Wey Navigation continues to Goldalming. This is another major milestone in the walk which means we have now completed the Thames section and Wey Navigation section.

We veer off down the Wey & Arun canal branch which at this point is only about 1km long before it goes through private land and comes to an abrupt end. We will still be following the Wey South Path but as the majority of this particular section is either disused or on privately owned land we will therefore be following the route of the canal as closely as possible. After crossing the A281 we joined the ‘Downs Link’ path. This is an old disused railway line that linked Shoreham with Guildford, it ran from 1865 and would carry both freight and passengers, this new line would speed up the transport in the south and ultimately saw the demise of the Wey & Arun Canal, as this was competition on a different level. However just four months before it’s centenary in 1965 the line closed.

After a short straight walk along the disused railway we came across the disused ‘Bramley & Wonersh’, all the platforms remain in place and you could visualise the splendour of the steam trains pulling up here, in the waiting room on the platform was a replica of an old timetable and a local drinking special brew too. At this point we are to take a short detour into Bramley to stop for lunch at the the Jolly Farmer. A quick scan through the menu and the choices were made however, unfortunately the venison pie had sold out the night before so i ended up settling for the ham, egg and chips and as i was in Bramley it would have been rude not to have the homemade Bramley apple crumble for dessert. Kiah and Cookie for most of the lunch sat there quietly under the table until Kiah spotted something on the fireplace that she took a dislike to, we are not quite sure if it was the stuffed foxes head that was in a snarling  pose or the ventriloquist puppet with it’s fixed stare into the bar, whichever it was set her off barking, which in turn then set Cookie off…..great!

After lunch we rejoined the ‘Downs Link’ and continued to follow the Wey South path, every now and then you would get glimpses of the old canal with it’s green weed growing in as there is no longer any flow and the water is static. The next challenge we faced was that PK’s sole of his boot was to completely come off, flapping around by the shoe lace that was used to hold the heel on. After some quick thought i rummaged in the first aid kit and found some medical tape with we would use to strap the boot up. Bizarrely enough the very same thing happened to the second boot in such a short distance too.

After following the Downs Link for a few kilometres we then left it to track a small section of canal, before walking through fields in which the River Wey flowed through. This part of the walk was probably the muddiest and certainly the most trying on the patched up hike boots. Another section of the path was completely blocked off by the river flooding, however we were determined that we were not going to turn back on ourselves so chose to hop over the barb wire fence and around the flood.


The muddy path then turned into a more substantial road as we entered the outskirts of Cranleigh and we were still following small sections of the canal that hold water. At this point the path gave us a little test as it seemed to disappear through a tall garden gate, we were a little wary of entering as it was some ones garden, but true enough the path went right through the middle of their garden. The last kilometre of the day took us past some greenhouses growing lettuce and we finished the trek just south west of cranleigh. On walking back to the car, we stopped at the shop to get some refreshment and at this point PK dumped the well worn boots in a bin, sad times…….lol.

London’s Lost Route to the Sea – Weybridge to Guildford

31st March 2016

Weybridge to Guildford – 23.22 km (14.43 miles)

It was good to have Paul King’s company today as he joined Cookie and i on our trek down the Wey Navigation to Guildford (i think he may regret that decision when he gets up on Friday though). On the way from the station to the canal Paul showed me 23, Waverley Road a brick end of terrace cottage that was the house his mum grew up in.

The walk today started at the Weybridge Town Lock and will track the Wey Navigation South to Guildford, we set off along the edge of the canal and Addlestone Road, the canal being higher than the road and held back by it’s robust sides. As we leave the road side we turn into the countryside and see the first of many narrow boats and barges,the best named narrow boat i saw was one that was painted entirely green and called ‘The Marrow Boat’, i kind of found it funny at the time. Not long after setting out we came across the next lock which was Coxes Lock, the deepest lock on the Wey Navigation at 2.59m and next to it a building of three mills that provided Surrey with grain, paper, metal and accommodation for 207 years, the mills finally closed in 1983 and have since been converted into apartments.

The Wey then took us past the village of Addlestone and the many varying houses that backed on to the canal, most with jetties and private boats. We could hear in the distance the steady drone of traffic noise that gradually got louder as we walked further along the canal, the source of the noise was the M25, London’s orbital motorway, we passed under the motorway which was towering above on massive graffiti clad pillars, at this point the M25 also passes over the railway and the junction of the Wey Navigation with the Basingstoke Canal. Three very different generations of transport infrastructure all in one place above each other, showing how much history has changed in the way that goods are transported, it really makes you think.

The canal run alongside the M25 for just over a kilometre and it was really noticable when we turned away and the drone of the traffic gradually faded, its incredible how far away you can hear the hum of the traffic. At least the only stress we had was when to have lunch and not amidst the hastiness of the traffic whizzing past.

After several more locks and quite a few more kilometres we were beginning to get hungry and needed to refuel, so our conversations turned to ‘pies’ and how great it would be if the planned pub stop had one on the menu, will still however had a couple of kilometres to go. We passed by John Donne’s residence who was a poet & cleric and the ruins of Newark Priory which has been on an island of the Wey since 1312 and has fallen ruin since Henry VIII rein. It is now a grade 1 listed ancient monument and is on private land so cannot be accessed.

The towpath from here was very peaceful and the call of the birds was certainly beautiful and interspersed with the tapping of a woodpecker in the distance. However one particular bird gave us a bit of an issue as there were two swans, one sitting on a nest slightly down the bank and on the path was her partner guarding her welfare and making sure she was safe, this posed a problem for us because it would hiss whenever we approached. After a bit of thought i decided to pick up Cookie (PK can fight his own way past) and hastily walked past, fortunately he could see that we meant no harm and just raised it’s wings a little and gave a slight hiss as a warning.

Just after 2pm we arrived at The New Inn on the banks of the Wey near Send. We sat at a table outside as the sun was shining and it was quite warm, we both looked at the menu for two seconds and although there was quite a choice we only saw the ‘Steak and Ale Pie’ as we had talked ourselves into it for the last hour and a half, the pie lived up to expectations and it was delicious, the meat was so tender and flavoursome. We had a brownie desert and washed it down with soft drinks. Cookie absolutely loves chips and PK gave her one but accidentally dropped it just out of her reach, she could just about reach it and lick it with her tongue, but couldn’t quite hook it back to eat, on realising this he thought it would be funny to tease her, how cruel was he! We spent about an hour at the pub watching life on the canal go by and as we left the garden had filled up with people.

There was a great deal of flotsam on the canal and this was down to Storm Katie as it had taken it’s toll on the trees during the previous weekend as many had toppled into the canal and were causing obstructions, this meant parts of the navigation was closed to boat traffic and gave the canal workers a bit of a headache in working out how to safely get them out. After a further hours walking through the cow meadows next to the Wey we could once again hear the rushing noise of people in their cars heading to or from their varied journeys as they travelled  on the A3. We walked parallel to this road for a short while and then came to the last lock of the day before Guildford and we were met by a terrible stench of sewage works and shortly after a dustcart depot.

We were now sensing that we were nearing Guildford as the area was becoming more built up and our realisation that we were in the suburbs was when we came up from the towpath and had to cross a really busy road, on the other side of the road our walk by the side of the canal on the towpath would now need to take a detour as the police had cordoned off the path and were carry out a search for a missing person. The detour took us through a housing estate and then across the A3 of which we managed to keep sight of the canal through the gaps in the houses. We rejoined the towpath and walked the last couple of kilometres into the city centre passing under the railway viaduct that was originally a wooden structure built opened in 1845 and then rebuilt in brick in 1912. PK certainly was beginning to flag on that last leg as he mentioned that he had never walked so far in a day and it’s a good job that he said, “At what point do we leave the canal to get to the station” and with that i looked at the map and said “Just here” and found the path to the station, who knows how far passed we would have gone if he hadn’t brought that small fact up, lol.