Knole Park. Sunday 4 October

Christina, Amber, Tim and Richard did a circuit of the National Trust's Knole Park - a golf course with the added entertainment of deer / a deer park with the disappointing intrusion of golfers, depending on your predilection for golf or deer. We spotted the moon after dinner in Sevenoaks.

Todmorden. Friday 4 September

No group walk this month. But I did spot this beautiful full moon as I settled in for the night at Grumpy's Mill, HQ of Incredible Edible Todmorden.
Richard

Oldshoremore. Thursday 6 August

Part of an idyllic holiday in the North Western Scottish Highlands. Lyla and Richard walked from The Bard's House through the wild flower meadow, down the sandy cliffs onto the white beach, at which point the moon broke through the cloudy skies. Then back over the headland, past the grave yard and up into the hamlet. Meanwhile Amber and Steve were driving from Inverness to join us, and we hoped we'd pass them on the road back to the house. Unsure whether they were yet to join us, Lyla and I returned to the house to discover they had not just arrived, but were already in bed and we didn't see them until breakfast!

Marrakesh. Sunday 7 June

I was in Marrakesh for Clara's 30th... so I didn't go on an official formal moon walk, but there was lot of us, plenty of walking and some beautiful scenery! (A few holiday snaps attached).
Richard

Stourhead. Saturday 9 May

We gathered for dinner at the Spread Eagle, Stourhead the day before the full moon. This gave us night time access to Henry Hoare's beautiful landscape gardens at night, heavy with the scent of Rhododendrons, for a full moon eve walk. The next day we set about walking from Stourhead to Castle Cary. The park was filled with numerous choral groups as we left, we stopped at Alfred's Tower to climb it, feasted on Ryvita and fine cheeses at lunch, inspected the dove cote outside Bruton, took tea in an old chapel there and headed for our hotel via apple orchards and wild flower meadows. (It was all wonderfully far away from the Walworth Road police cell I'd unexpectedly and undeservedly had to spend the day in before we left!)
Richard

Peasenhall. Thursday 9 April

Meike, Erica, Lyla and I drove to from London to Peasenhall in Suffolk for Easter weekend. The full very orange moon was Maundy Thursday and we got a photo of it as we arrived late at our Timber framed cottage. The walk (and kite flying) was around Southwold the day after.
Richard

Dickens' London. Monday 9 February

A Monday moonwalk in cold and soggy February seemed a good choice to visit Charles Dicken’s London. Five weather defying Moonwalkers set off from the Arches under Charing Cross station – where Dickens once blackened shoes – and headed towards Covent Garden.

We passed the Rules restaurant, once the choice of the rich and famous – even boasting a secret entrance to accommodate Royalty and their mistresses. Next was the home of London’s first Police force (the Bow Street runners) that had doubled up as jail for Oscar Wilde. Then past the Church where Dickens’ Parents were married and to an Old Roman Baths that was popular with the writer. We then switched back past the Olde Curiosity Shop which was hard to miss with the name painted across its walls. Up next to Lincoln Inn Fields where Bleak House overlooks the square and then around to appreciate the fine lawyer’s living quarters of Lincoln’s Inn. By this time, rather bedraggled from the heaviest Full Moon rain for some time, we decided to retreat to the inviting warmth of the Seven Stars Pub, Carey Street.

Unfortunately, finding a table from which we were allowed to order the fine home cooked food we could see being delivered to others proved elusive. So after a warming drink or two we crossed back across Lincoln’s Inn Fields and further north to Lambs Conduit Street in Bloomsbury. Here we found ourselves in a brilliant Italian Restaurant - Ciao bella – where the food was not only fine, but was accompanied by tunes from a white grand piano. The white of the grand piano was the nearest we got to the white of the full moon – which was hiding behind the heavy rain clouds!

Christina

Penshurt. Sunday 11 January

Amber took us to Penshurst for a one way walk between two railway stations in brilliant sunshine and through icey fields. This thoroughly rural outing was made all the more wild by the inclusion of two dogs, though Lizzie's Inca was significantly more mischevious than Dave's pedigree pet (who needed so little commanding I forgot his name). After a hearty meal in Penshurst's Leicester Arms we split. Christina, Amber and I went cross country with just a bicycle lamp as guide in the very dark and muddy fields. For most of this section we felt lost but miraculously ended up being spat out onto a road from a muddy track barely a few strides from our target branchline station, and only a few minutes from our train home.

Little did we know that at the time the 'official' Moonwalkers were wandering around Penshurst so was the occasional moonwalker Tim and his 18 month year old offspring by complete and spontaneous coincidence. It's remarkable we didn't actually bump into each other. It must have been the moon drawing us together.

Richard

Elba, Italy. Monday 15 September

Lyla and Richard took a ferry to the Isola d'Elba looking for clear skies but within minutes of disembarking at Portoferraio thunderous clouds stormed across the Mediterranean and lashed the island with torrential rain. Cars pulled over to let small mud flows take the circuitous roads and all prospects of a decent moonwalk seemed banished.

But like Napoleon making a dash for the mainland these dark and powerful forces soon left the island and by evening crisp cold skies appeared and moonshine cast shadows through the exotic flora. We walked along the twisting coast road from Seccheto to Cavoli where we explored the small beach, briefly stopping for some moonbathing on the loungers and scribbled our territorial claims on behalf of The Moonwalkers in the sand.
Richard

Bourne Woods. Saturday 16 August

Eight moonwalkers converged at Farnham Station and Richard did a quick shuttle a couple of miles south to the Bourne Village green where they'd rather thoughtfully put on a proper english game of cricket. So a feast contained in a fine array of tupperware was laid out on the grass and enjoyed to the sound of leather on willow.

Once fueled and once joined by local residents Sue, Jim, Matt and Annie (who were to be our guides) we set off into the Bourne Woods. Once we had climbed to the top of the woods Sue painted a picture of when Ridley Scott filmed Gladiator in the woods. Unforunately the reminents of all the filming that has gone in the woods. The most recent addition - a small spooky cottage possibly for upcoming Wolfman or Harry Potter movies - was no longer there. But as dusk fell, the light was atmospheric enough.

The walk then wound past cattle grazing and through a recently cleared area for Bird Spotting. No birds were spotted and as we re-entered the woodland the light levels were dropping. This unfortunately did not mean us exiting the woods to the sight of the moon.

A quick drink was had in the Fox pub's beer garden en route back and the moon still hid. But eventually it did put in an appearance later that night, viewed from a beer garden in nearby Hartley Wintney.
Christina

East Lulworth. Friday 18 July

Regular moonwalkers are once again flung far and wide and despite my encouragement to share these potential mini and disparate walks no one bothered. I shared a moon moment with Lyla from the chaotic location of Camp Bestival in the grounds of Lulworth Castle, Dorset. A brief peak of the moon was visible in the cloudy skies as Chuck Berry boomed out from the main stage.
Richard

Tring. Wednesday 18 June

Steve and I got the train to Tring and walked 1st up on to the ridge high land where we had a picnic a few years ago. The views and were great. After battling our way through some 5ft grasses in a field that I insisted we go down to avoid a rather fast commuter type road we headed to the canal for our main walk. The canal to Berkhamstead was dark and over grown at first with a rather industrial feeling. After the 1st mile it quickly opened up and became quite twee with canal boat homes and gardens. We rather over estimated how much we could walk and Berkhamstead seemed rather a long way at some points. However, we arrived at the train station in time to get the last fast train of the day and get back to London in time for a curry.
Amber