The Ramsay Walk Part 2. 17 July 2025

In case you missed it: The Ramsay Walk part 1 is here.

Now you may recall in the dim and distant my recording of the amazing Ramsey walk.  In that wonderful article I included the same picture twice, just to see if anyone noticed.  And nobody did.

Now this does tempt me, of course, simply to put in all the same pictures all over again.  Or maybe just to repeat one of them.

But in fact it turns out that many of my pictures I took on this walk look the same anyway, undoubtedly due to a fault in the camera, so there is no need to repeat.  At least not yet.

For although many of the fields contained crop like things that I, as an urbanite found rather challenging there were also fields of mud, specially procured so I was told, for export.

But really I now must ask, what are we to make of this field?

As you can see from the facial expressions of the group in this picture, we were all bemused.  What is all this mud needed for?  Why is it cultivated in this way?

These are things which we do like to know as we venture to the very edges.

It was here that we did indeed decide that carrying on was the only thing we could do and eventually we discovered civilisation once more.  There were no signs of fields but rather a series of dashes in the road.  Why they were there I know not.

Landing signs for alien aircraft was my best guess.

As for why they did not land – well that is simple – consider here the cracks in the land.  I’ve often wondered about these but I feel sure they are a defence system to make it harder for flying saucers to come down.

Of course, that is not the only line of defence that we have – the rest I was assured by several members of the group as I questioned them closely, to be found within these barns.  Indeed, if you peer just behind the bales (as we agriculturists call them) you will see numerous articles of interstellar warfare ready to be used should aliens attack rural Cambridgeshire.

And you can be assured, Peterborough Ramblers will be there to do our duty.

Or at least go for a walk.

But now if you have just read this and thought, this sounds like a jolly group of walkers to join, even if the sanity of the correspondent is in question, you can indeed join Peterborough Ramblers for a walk.   Then, if you think it was fun, you can join.

Just click on this link for details 

But please note the recollections found on these pages may not be wholly accurate accounts of recent walks and indeed on this occasion I was forced by my companion to have a pint of Guinness at the end of the walk, what with us finishing the perambulations rather close to a public house that happened to be open.  Most members of the ensemble of course, did check their cars for alien inhabitation and then drive home, but sometimes one does feel that the occasional beverage can clarify the mind and help prepare one’s thoughts for the subsequent write-up.