This walk, between Didcot and Cholsey, takes you through the downland village of Blewbury, up over an Iron Age hillfort and past a poet’s farmhouse.
The madness of Christmas is over; it’s grey, cold and wet. Everyone is on a diet, paying off their credit card bill or giving up booze for the month. Welcome to January!
Fear not. Things to do, aside from hibernating, are a bit thin on the ground this month but I’ve managed to find a few. And at least the days are getting longer. In the meantime, you could always do one of the following.
The first post of a new blog. The one where I share my hopes and vision, both for it and Didcot.
I’ve lived here a long time. All of my life, in fact, except for a few years in my 20s where I ‘escaped’ to travel and work abroad. I didn’t plan to return. You’ve probably guessed, I came back.