Play in our Road!

This is Albe, taking advantage of the first monthly Play Street in Ockendon Road in April. He is riding on a tractor which has been passed from family to family in the Road. It was a sunny, quiet, playful two hours in the Road, with the promise of more to come. Many thanks to the …

No place like Dome: New Year 2019

This New Year Ramble 2019 was chilly and curious, and --curiously enough-- much enjoyed by all. These post festive walks often attract a goodly crowd, and 19 of us assembled bang on time at King George V station, one stop past London City Airport on the DLR. The station is named (of course) after the …

Can the tree gardens continuue? A message from Tony Campbell

This poignant email was sent by Tony Campbell on 8th November: Dear Ockendon Road gardener. I am sorry to have to write with disappointing news.  I do so on behalf of those who have been helping to look after those tree gardens that are not the individual responsibility of yourself and others. Sadly, advancing age …

Autumn 2018: Up to the Downs

The last weekend in September often vouchsafes wonderful walking weather, but this Ramble was tremendous: sun, big skies, and breath-taking views over Sussex and towards the sea. Two feeder groups successfully conjoined  at East Croydon; the curiously triangular station at Lewes was reached on time. Then a small select group of Ramblers embarked on the …

Spring 2018: Tiptoe through the Bluebells

The tumultuous headlong rush into spring was stilled by the chill on the day appointed for this Ramble. But nothing chilled the enthusiasm of the 14 walkers (and two dogs) who assembled at the seductively named Whyteleafe station at Saturday morning. Mostly recidivist Ramblers, with one very welcome new face.  And spring was all around …

ORRA Ramble New Year 2018: Up the River

A chilly start to the year for the 13 or so Ramblers (and two dogs) who managed to negotiate the complexities of the Saturday train (plus bus) timetable to rendezvous at Broxbourne Station at the appointed hour, for the seven or eight mile hike to Ware. “Where?” Oh, well.. The ice underfoot melted and the …