30th December, 2018

For our last walk of 2018 Kathy took us back to Thurlaston for a modified version of one of Dave’s Thursday evening jaunts. We parked up in the car park of The Elephant and Castle and set off in a westerly direction, through the sports ground before heading south towards Normanton Park. We crossed the bridge over the M69 and strolled along Thurlaston Lane for a while (this stretch seems to be a favourite with fly-tippers!) before hanging a right then a left and heading up the steep climb to the top of Croft Hill. At just over 400 feet it’s not the highest part of Leicestershire but there are excellent panoramic views of the countryside from the top.

Here we met some of the runners of the annual Huncote Hash – a race organised by the Huncote Harriers that has been running since the mid 1980s and is a ‘back to basics’ cross country race with low entry fees and no prizes, other than the soup and a roll that everyone receives regardless of where they finish. The race covers approximately 10K and takes in local footpaths around the village of Huncote in Leicestershire, including a climb over Croft Hill and the odd skirmish into the stream. Snow, ice, frost, mud and even sunshine have all graced the Hash over the years.

We decided to make Croft Hill our coffee and lunch stop before heading downward and northward back to Thurlaston and the welcoming Elephant and Castle for a very pleasant brew.

Grange over Sands

September 7th to 9th, 2018

Our last weekend away for 2018 took us to Grange over Sands, Cumbria. This was a particularly hilly weekend but the views from the tops of the Lancashire lumps were spectacular, to say the least.


July 20th to 22nd, 2018

The second of our weekends away for 2018 took us to the Yorkshire Dales. Nidderdale is an area of outstanding natural beauty in North Yorkshire, bordering the Yorkshire Dales National Park to the east and south. We had a fantastic weekend with some excellent walks and good weather.


June 4th to 6th, 2004


A short walk south of the village, following the footpath along the banks of the Glaslyn leads to Beddgelert’s most famous historical feature; ‘Gelert’s Grave’.

According to legend, the stone monument in the field marks the resting place of ‘Gelert’, the faithful hound of the medieval Welsh Prince Llewelyn the Great.

The story, as written on the tombstone reads:

“In the 13th century Llewelyn, prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert, ‘The Faithful Hound’, who was unaccountably absent.

On Llewelyn’s return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant’s cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood.

The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound’s side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog’s dying yell was answered by a child’s cry.

Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed, but nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf which Gelert had slain. The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here”.

The second weekend away saw 14 members of the Club in the picturesque area of Beddgelert. As you can see from the story above, Gelert was the name of a dog and ‘bedd’ is the Welsh word for grave.

The weekend weather was very overcast and there were rather a lot of midges! The rhododendrons were lovely though.