The Flint Man

The Flint Man

I lead a walk called the Flint Stones. Cartoon fans will be disappointed to learn that Fred, Wilma, Barney and Betty don’t put in an appearance, instead the star of the ‘show’ is the rock flint. Here in the Western Weald it is impossible to go for a walk without...
Wheels Within Wheels

Wheels Within Wheels

As a curious walker, I find myself drawn to the oddities and overlooked objects that dot the countryside. One in particular had caught my attention time and again, a large, tarpaulin-covered piece of machinery tucked away on a favourite walking route. For months it...
Crafting A Broomstick

Crafting A Broomstick

Autumn in the Western Weald is a season of sensory pleasures. The air turns crisp and clean, tinged with the scent of woodsmoke curling from cottage chimneys. The trees put on their grand finale, scattering leaves in a blaze of gold, russet, and amber. It’s the season...
Pole Position

Pole Position

Among walkers, poles are almost as divisive as Brexit. There is no sitting on the fence. You either embrace them whole-heartedly or won’t touch them with a barge pole. Until a couple of years ago I was firmly in the latter camp. Walking poles represented old age and...
Match Stick

Match Stick

When it comes to Rural Strides, the brand is me—Malinka. In the countryside, you can’t miss me. I’m the one walking along in a scarf and gilet (yes, even in summer), a baseball cap, sunglasses, and, in winter, a bright purple coat. I’m also always accompanied by two...