For days I had been wondering whether to do this section using only public transport to reach each end or do my normal routine of driving to one end and getting public transport to the other. After a very frosty night my mind was made up for me when I didn’t have enough juice in my battery to get going! I hot footed it down to the station and caught the train, safe in the knowledge that there were no dreaded engineering works to get in my way! Sadly what I also knew was that the weather forecast suggested that there would be a lot of cloud after lunch and that by going on the train I wouldn’t get started until 11am.
Still after a trouble free journey to Elstree, I emerged from the train to ice cold temperatures (still) and not a sign of any cloud! The write ups for this stretch of the
LOOP weren’t very glowing and even the guide book bemoans the fact that there is too much road walking. Yet even as I trudged up Deacon’s Hill Road to get out of Borehamwood I still had a sense of excitement as it was such a beautiful frosty morning. I have to confess that these sorts of days are the most exhilarating for me as far as walking is concerned and even faced with a bit of road walking I was just pleased to get lungfuls of cold air!
After the seemingly endless climb up Deacon’s
Hill Road, I turned left onto a main road where I was soon confronted with the odd sight of what looked like a salt and pepper pot in the adjacent field. I soon realised that they were ventilation shafts for Elstree tunnel that I had just passed through. What struck me as a little strange though was that they were built from different types of brick. Just past these and I was able to get away from the road a bit as I found a parallel path that also gave me some decent views across the Hertfordshire countryside (ok so Borehamwood messed up the view a little). I also realised that now we were much later into November, some vegetation was completely in the shade all day and the frost hadn’t actually melted for several days. The white hoar frost was quite a contrast to the autumn scenes that I saw on the last section of the walk only three weeks earlier.
After this flirtation with countryside it was even better to get the real thing when I finally managed to leave the roads behind for a bit and head through Scratchwood. If you think you’ve heard of Scratchwood, it’s because for many years the first set of services on the M1 were named after this green space. Now they have the rather dull name of London Gateway, but they will always be Scratchwood to me. In fact Scratchwood may not exist now if the original plan for the services had come to fruition. Users of the service area will find the slip roads and set up rather odd – this is because the original plan was for a motorway link to built from here and almost obliterate Scratchwood itself on its way to joining up with the A1 at Stirling Corner. Luckily nothing came of it so the delightful woods remain intact.
Despite surviving the bulldozer another intervention by a less obvious target now threatens to spoil the woods beyond recognition – the litter lout. Sadly the woods are despoiled by people who supposedly come here to enjoy the countryside and defle it by leaving all manner of rubbish behind. It was rather a shocking sight in places although nothing prepared me for what was to come – the side of the A1! Having found my way through Scratchwood I was then faced with the most unwelcome trudge along the side of the ‘
Grea t North Road’. Sadly this most important of highways, linking London with Edinburgh, is a linear rubbish dump, with most of the litter finding its way beyond the reach of cleansing staff who wouldn’t have a hope of grabbing any of it underneath the most fearsome looking thorny bushes. Some of the rubbish was quite eclectic too, with computer monitors and high heeled shoes in amongst the usual round of drinks bottles and fast food packaging. The plod along the side of the road was a bit soul destroying if I’m honest and although I would have been unlikely to try my luck crossing this monstrous road, I still cursed the fact that this option wasn’t open to me on account of the substantial fence along the central reservation that would have required a large pole to help me vault it.
|Out on the Razz|
Having eventually made it to the underpass I faced almost the same distance back until I finally reached the car park of Moat Mount, which was closed (permanently by the looks of it). A hapless dog walker in a car looked gloomily at the gate but there was no way it was going to be available for parking today. I sauntered through, much to the annoyance of dog walker, and was surprised how quickly the sound of the A1 receded in the park. Moat Mount is like a twin of Scratchwood but its pedigree is rather different since this is the erstwhile grounds of a long departed stately home. Sadly the
LOOP doesn’t allow for the best exploration of the parkland and with only a short amount of daylight hours available to me and many more miles to go I wasn’t inclined to venture off the beaten track. Maybe another day?
All was quiet as I headed out of the woods and out into open fields. For awhile I just had the odd bird and fields full of horses for company. Yet, as soon as I felt brave and patient enough to get a picture of a robin that had been following me, along came a jogger and ruined it for me. Grrrr! I soon realised that since my last outing some of the trees had lost their leaves entirely while others sported quite a lot of foliage. Seems a bit daft to those in the know, but this was the first time I’d ever noticed that it was oak trees with leaves and all the beeches had lost theirs entirely.
I soon reached the
, where I again faced a short roadside walk, although happily this one was pretty quiet. After half a mile or so I entered village of Barnet Gate and the feeling of wandering across empty countryside continued, although this place is pretty hemmed in by urban development. By now I was coming across a lot more dog walkers and as I crossed a very frosty set of football pitches I became aware of an almighty din caused I assumed by a dog kennelling centre away in the distance. The dogs didn’t appear to be very happy to be there! I also came upon the trickle known as the Dollis Stream, which seems to have an importance far outweighing its size as there is a dedicated path following its length, as well as the Totteridge Park LOOP. After a mile or so of frozen fields and barking dogs I reached the edge of Barnet. I crossed to the other side of the Dollis Stream via a pretty sturdy vandal proof footbridge and it was immediately like entering a different country!
Initially the housing estate on the other side didn’t look very inviting, with several piles of fly-tipped rubbish waiting for me. However, as I headed eastwards the scene improved considerably. Call me a snob if you like but I couldn’t help noticing that the rubbish dumping stopped when I entered a more expensive looking neighbourhood! Nonetheless I was pleased to leave this seemingly endless housing estate behind and cross the road into some playing fields. Normally this looks like it would be a very busy place but on such a frosty day, there was only one very lonely looking young man practising with his football. In fact for a minute I could have sworn he looked at my attire to see whether I might be able to join him! I’m not sure I would have kept up with him – he looked decidedly fitter than me!
At the far end of the park I passed a first for me – a league football ground! OK, so Underhill isn’t exactly
or Stamford Bridge White Hart Lane but Barnet do just about play league football (albeit they are in great danger of being relegated out of it this year). All was quiet today and a quick check of the upcoming fixtures at the far end of the ground suggested that there was no game here until the 11th when they face the mighty Accrington Stanley. Just up from the ground is the Old Red Lion pub, no doubt a haunt of many Bees fans but for me it was the owner that caught my eye. McMullen Brewery is based in Hertfordshire but does it have a family connection with my wife’s family (her maiden name)?
|High Barnet Station|
A Northern Line train rumbled over the bridge on the other side of the road as I passed underneath. When I turned left on the other side of the bridge I entered one of those almost impossibly rural pieces of countryside that still manage to exist cheek by jowl with suburbia. The
LOOP has an uncanny knack of finding them, which probably explains why it is such a fascinating walk. The only clue was the proximity of High Barnet station just across the way. Yet even the terminus of the Northern Line looks just like a country station. The pathway across the park was like a skating rink and I must have looked quite a sight as I slithered across it, not having noticed when I was too busy looking at the tube trains!
|King George's Fields|
After crossing another short slab of suburbia I headed out across King George’s Fields, named in celebration of King George V’s silver jubilee in 1935. It was a bit of a climb to the top, but I was glad that the
LOOP had picked this green route rather than the more direct route up Barnet High Street. At the top I looked back across for quite a view. Somewhere around this point was the decisive Battle of Barnet, one of the most famous of the battles of the Wars of the Roses which took place in 1471. It was at Barnet that London the Kingmaker died and with it the Lancastrian cause for fourteen years. You can see why this was chosen as a battle site – the view all around was quite something although surely very different on that day over five hundred years ago! The heart of the battlefield is now occupied by Hadley Green that is now a place for Sunday strolls and the back yard for the well heeled, who live in very sumptuous 18th Century houses overlooking it. Warwick
I lingered by the pond, which was almost completely frozen. The one part that was free of ice was full of birdlife desperate for a swim! The pond is situated at the top end of Barnet High Street, a completely different scene to the bottom end that I had left when I crossed under the railway line. This is a picturesque and monied looking place, far removed from the housing estates at the bottom of the hill. I continued across the Green and soon became aware that some of the very large houses had had some famous residents back in the day. David Livingstone had lived in one and a couple of doors away was a house formerly lived in by Anthony Trollope. At the far end of the Green was a delightful church with the tower picked out by the late afternoon sun. This part of Barnet was definitely a far cry from the roar of the A1 and the dull walking that characterised the earlier part of the day. I was quite disappointed that the daylight was starting to wane, for by now it was 2.30pm and the sun was starting to give up on me.
Just past the church and I entered the world of Monken Hadley Common, a remnant of the once extensive hunting forest that covered this part of Hertfordshire. Initially it was more of the same as Hadley Green, with a large open space bounded by some extremely large houses. Eventually though the path descended into woodland and there was a flavour of what the hunting forest must once have been like (although I’ll bet that there weren’t lots of well worn paths in those days!
This section of the walk was delightful and even though there were a lot of people about walking off the excesses of their Sunday lunches and taking their mutts out, the woods still seemed peaceful and tranquil. In fact I was so in my own little world as I passed through the woods that I clean forgot to take a look at Jack’s
Lake, supposedly the highlight of this end of the walk. By the time I realised I had gone too far for me to walk back and look.
|Monken Hadley Common|
At the other end of the Common and it seemed all too soon I came upon the white gates denoting the entrance/ exit and I was in Cockfosters, the small suburb on the border of Barnet and Enfield that is home to the terminus of the Piccadilly Line. I soon came upon it’s 1930s Art Deco splendour and was pleased to be whisked away within seconds of my arrival. It was only upon stoppng with my walk how cold it had been, since I soon got pretty hot on the tube train!
This section of the
LOOP is not particularly exciting but redeemed by the delightful walking through Scratchwood at the beginning and across Monken Hadley Common at the end. In fact the last three miles of today’s walk is perhaps one of the best sections of the entire walk and reminiscent of Kenley Common in the south of . It set me up nicely for the next section that will hopefully be walked in the next few weeks. London