March 31st, 2024
The official website describes the March March March as “a long, flat, pointless walk across the Fens from the town of March to Cambridge, a distance of about thirty miles”. With a description like that I simply had to experience it. Except I did it in the reverse direction from Cambridge to March.
A flat field and a flat, wet path
It certainly was long (33.9 miles) and very flat. And arguably quite pointless.
There was almost nothing of interest along that route except that end of the the Hundred Foot Drain, which I failed to get an adequate photo of.
Yet another perfectly flat field
February 29th, 2024
A few weeks ago we had a “day of care” and it was one of the very rare dry days this winter so I set off towards the nearby town of Huntingdon.
For me at least I only know about Huntingdon because of the company Huntingdon Life Sciences which was targeted by animal rights extremists for many years. But apparently it was also the birthplace of Oliver Cromwell, so there you go.
American cemetery
On the way I passed through the American cemetery at Madingley. Jazz musician Glen Miller has a memorial here, along with thousands of other Americans who died in the second world war.
Wind farm at sunset
Predictably I underestimated the distance again and walked the last hour in darkness.
January 26th, 2024
A long and rather featureless walk through the bleak fens last weekend. There was no one else around. It was cold, and rained slightly.
The black soil here is quite typical of the fenland: it’s actually some of England’s most fertile soil. A result of the drainage several hundred years ago.
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