Tag: Frances Jones
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A couple of weeks ago, I walked part of the North Downs Way with a friend. Not a particularly unusual event, normally, but many of…
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My walk through the woods has become significantly more important for me since the announcement came that the country was going into lockdown. The song…
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On New Year’s Eve, in a cosy cafe over pots of tea, a friend put a question to the group: ‘So what are you going…
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The bright sunshine urged me out of doors this Sunday morning, and I pulled on boots and a raincoat in readiness for a walk. Long-standing…
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Yesterday I joined a walk on Wimbledon Common led by Peter Fiennes, author of an absorbing and beautiful book on trees. Oak, Ash and Thorn…
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I’ve been making a conscious effort, since January 1st, to notice nature in the grey bleakness of the city in winter. One morning last week,…
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Last week I bought a book. A slim book, with a green and white cover. It was called ‘The Tree’ and was written by John…
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I was returning home from work along the scenic route, having been tempted by the sunshine to prolong my journey. I followed the path along…
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A late afternoon in the final week of summer and I found myself taking a detour along the edge of woodland on my local common.…
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The Yorkshire village of Malham was basking in the mid-morning sunshine when we set off for a circular walk up over the hills via Gordale…
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After weeks of hot, dry weather, the River Mole meandering gently through its wooded valley looked particularly welcoming. Dogs were splashing about in the water…
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Rising particularly early one morning and feeling it was a good time to get outdoors, I set off for Brompton Cemetery in West London. I…
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After a hot and busy day, I decided to take a walk to a nearby patch of green. Clouds were moving in and the breeze…
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Frances was brought up in Shropshire. She writes about country walks, urban gardens and the wildness that can be found on the doorstep. A music…