exchemist
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Lovely walk in this beauty spot in the North Downs today. Clear sky and excellent visibility. 19C which was ideal for walking, especially as there was a long climb to the ridge which makes you a bit sweaty. I picked some wild garlic leaves to try this evening (I have never cooked with them before, though I have come across them in restaurants). I encountered a Turkish woman wearing gloves and with a plastic bag full of nettles, which she was gathering to make Turkish dish involving bulgur wheat. I told her I once made nettle soup at my son’s request when he was young, but that it wasn’t very interesting. However it seems nettles are used quite a lot in Turkey.
The name of the hill comes from the box trees* that grow wild there, almost the only place in Britain where they do, as box is really a Mediterranean plant. I suspect it may be a combination of the chalk and the steep southwest-facing slope.
Near the top of the climb of the track, in the trees, I came across an angel. Actually, just a remarkably beautiful teenage girl with pink hair, probably about 14 yrs old, who told me she had got lost, separated from her family. So I got her to walk with me to the top where there is a cafe and a car park, which was apparently where the rest of them would be waiting for her. We had a lovely chat on the way, mainly about growing vegetables, which she apparently does at the family home in Addlestone. She was very grateful for my help, and very sweet and trusting, which rather made my day (I don't have grand-children).
I returned along the chalk ridge, past the tombstone of a c.19th eccentric military man who insisted on being buried head down on the top of the hill. And so, back down the steep scarp of the Down to the railway station, to wait for a train back home. The walk took about 2hrs, a nice length and not too taxing. I may make it one of my regular excursions.
A very good day out. I’ll post a pic if I can shrink the file size sufficiently.

* I may have mentioned before that I recently discovered we name boxes after the wood, buxus in Latin. Boxes used to be made of the wood from box trees and thus the name of the article became synonymous with the wood they were made from. Not many people know that, as Michael Caine might say.
The name of the hill comes from the box trees* that grow wild there, almost the only place in Britain where they do, as box is really a Mediterranean plant. I suspect it may be a combination of the chalk and the steep southwest-facing slope.
Near the top of the climb of the track, in the trees, I came across an angel. Actually, just a remarkably beautiful teenage girl with pink hair, probably about 14 yrs old, who told me she had got lost, separated from her family. So I got her to walk with me to the top where there is a cafe and a car park, which was apparently where the rest of them would be waiting for her. We had a lovely chat on the way, mainly about growing vegetables, which she apparently does at the family home in Addlestone. She was very grateful for my help, and very sweet and trusting, which rather made my day (I don't have grand-children).
I returned along the chalk ridge, past the tombstone of a c.19th eccentric military man who insisted on being buried head down on the top of the hill. And so, back down the steep scarp of the Down to the railway station, to wait for a train back home. The walk took about 2hrs, a nice length and not too taxing. I may make it one of my regular excursions.
A very good day out. I’ll post a pic if I can shrink the file size sufficiently.

* I may have mentioned before that I recently discovered we name boxes after the wood, buxus in Latin. Boxes used to be made of the wood from box trees and thus the name of the article became synonymous with the wood they were made from. Not many people know that, as Michael Caine might say.
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