Grim’s Ditch – Nuffield & The Crown Pub
This is a walk that can be as long or as short as you want it to be, we turned back after about two and a half miles, but could have gone on for miles.
We knew rain was forecast – but we walked anyway.
Our destination was a section of Grim’s Ditch, that large linear earthwork built during the Iron Age and named after the Nordic God Grim. This remarkable ditch runs for five miles from Mongowell to Nuffield, South Oxfordshire.
Uncle John, Pythius and I joined it just outside the small village of Nuffield.
Had the skies not suggested rain was imminent, perhaps we would have taken the footpath that crosses the golf course to the path that leads to Grim’s Ditch, and begun our walk close to the Crown Pub that stands besides the golf course on the A4130.
|Lord Nuffield's Grave|
After leaving the churchyard, having paid due homage to this great man who died in 1963, we followed the path next to the church which is clearly marked along the left hand side. The track led us through a large field that in turn took us to the ancient ditch.
|Pythius & the black sheep|
|The Crown pub|
We then walked for approximately two and a half miles before deciding the promised rain may be about to arrive. As the skies darkened we turned back and made for the car and then The Crown, where Uncle John and I enjoyed a delightful lunch, while an exhausted Pythius slept under the table, dreaming of Mr Badger, Mr Fox and some rather attractive black sheep who he spotted in a field adjoining our path.
|Taps at the Church|
|Pythius enjoys water enroute|
|Pythius leads the way|
Pythius has his say:
Well - if I was allowed to give scores for walks this would get 9 out of 10. Only the river was missing.
The water tap fixed to the gate with its little wooden trough, carved out a tree trunk, in which the water settled was a dog's delight as I was just beginning to get thirsty. Never have I seen such a drinking hole before, and the water was crisp, cold and satisfying. Had I needed more when we got back to the church, I could have drunk there too!
|The walk seemed to go on forever|
As to the ditch - well what can I say? It was amazing, all those wonderful smells, the falling leaves that
created a soft carpet on which I could walk, the black sheep in the field that trotted over to speak to me, and the slippery slopes which I ran up and down all the way to the end and back. Well actually, that is a bit of an exaggeration, we didn't actually go to the very end - but we did go a very long way before Uncle John and Helen decided to turn round.
By the time we returned to the pub I was exhausted - gosh what a lucky dog I am.