At last we saw some sunshine. The past few weeks seem to have been dull, dreary and wet and not the sort of weather to inspire you to go out or go far. But today was a glorious winter day, perfect for getting your boots muddy, and we certainly did that trudging through boggy fields and nearly losing a boot in the liquid mud by one of the gates.
This is a walk I’ve wanted to do for ages – the recommended route in Pocket Pub Walks in Warwickshire suggests starting and ending at The Kings Head, Napton. We decided to start halfway along the walk and parked close to the canal in the nearby village of Shuckburgh and do the tough bit first – the climbing of Beacon Hill, which left us with a gentle lop-sided stroll along the canal embankment on the way back.
Carefully crossing the busy A425 we found the signpost that led across the field towards the farmhouse. To begin with it didn’t look promising
The field was empty and we crossed, heading towards the farmhouse, through a kissing gate and looked out for the waymark signs continuing upwards in more or less the same direction.
Continuing upwards with a lake and wood to our right we turned right through a gate and headed towards the Trig point at the top of Beacon Hill, stopping to enjoy the views as we went.
Slightly misled by the guide book, we headed diagonally right across this field, talking merrily away, taking in the views and realising with our goal in sight we hadn’t bothered to check the route so found ourselves in the wrong corner of the right field. Squelching back across the boggy field we headed up to the right corner to a find a pair of stiles across a stream. Toby had to be lifted across, not something he enjoys. Luckily there were only two stiles along the route. Taking more care we made our way across a number of increasingly wet fields heading in the general direction of Napton. Alex read out the next steps of the guidebook –
Press on in the same direction towards Napton navigating from stile to stile (some of which are rather awkward as they lack steps at the time of writing…
Toby’s face fell at prospect of negotiating more stiles. But luckily they had all been replaced by gates, much to everyone’s relief.
I suspect the fields we crossed to get to the lane have names like “soggy bottom”, “squelchy meadows”, “boggy pastures”, “Passchendaele”. We left the last field and turned right up the surprisingly busy country lane. At the top of the lane we carried on right down the hill to The Kings Head
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