Welcome to the
Fleckney Walking Club
The Fleckney Walking Club was started over 25 years ago and has been going steady ever since.
We are a very friendly bunch of rambling ramblers who don't mind the odd "adventure" when the map is wrong!
Sunday 6th September
Photo courtesy of Andy
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Some of our Adventures
Wot? No Pub? Cheers anyway!
We always try to find a watering hole on our walks but on one occasion we failed. So Dave brought along his own beer complete with glass!
Monsal Head; Derbyshire.
Monsal Dale is a very beautiful valley in the Peak District of Derbyshire in England
Martello Tower; Hollelsey, Suffolk
On one of our away walks we came across this Martello Tower near Hollesley, Suffolk.
Our intrepid walkers back in the days of no colour photography - or a wrong setting on the camera!
Some of our Walks
Get in touch
If you would like to join our merry band, or have any comments or suggestions, please get in touch with us. We would love to hear from you.
Find us at the office
Scout Hut Car Park, 9:30am every other Sunday.
or contactJanet Earwaker by phone: 0116 240 2993 or email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Fleckney Walking Club
A “Typical” Sunday
We meet in the car park at half past nine,
Whatever the weather, we’re all on time,
If you don’t drive someone will share,
A seat in their car for minimal fare.
We park in a lay-by, or suitable place,
Time to get ready and boots to lace.
We’re usually given a map for the day,
With the obligatory pub-stop marked on the way.
The distance is around eight or ten miles,
Across fields, through woods, over bridges and stiles.
After a couple of hours we stop for a break,
For coffee and biscuits and pieces of cake.
On to the pub for about twelve-thirty,
We take off our boots so the carpet’s not dirty.
A couple of drinks and a chance for a rest,
Some food, or maybe local brews to test.
We can get mislaid if the way is not clear,
Not ‘cause the leader has had too much beer!
It doesn’t matter, we always find a way,
And a little adventure adds spice to the day.
There’s always plenty of good conversation,
The meaning of life or the state of the nation!
It’s a pleasure to explore this countryside of ours,
And observe the things we don’t see from our cars.
It’s a rewarding time to spend part of your weekend,
Getting fresh air, exercise and meeting new friends.
You’ve nothing to lose by joining our club,
Just a few pounds which can only be good.