On the Ground Moments

My grounded in colours moment  IMG_1109

We are all grounded on the earth <unless you become an astronaut>.  I am not sure about others, but being connected to the earth IS with my boots on the ground or in my most completed happy moments during yoga of Shavasana.

I chose for my family a 7 full day walking holiday. Yeah we accomplished it and the way my math works it was just shy of 74 kilometres.  It was definately a Boots on the Ground trip for the 3 Grants.

We have seen Charlecote Park and the manor house there.  Had a wonderful bowl of soup at the Boars Head pub. Passed by Welcome Hills Country Park.  Saw Shakespeare’s birthplace.  Enjoyed the views of Broadway Tower and Dover Hill.  Missed Hidcote because of rain.   We visited the villages of Chipping Campden (loved Seymour House – Tripadvisor that one!).  Found a lot of blue rinse women that were sweet in Bourton-on-the-water.  Loved the beds and food at the Lion Inn in the village of Winchcombe.

But mostly we learned the following:

– to follow the left hand boundary of the wheat field

– cross the road and find the footpath and turn right

– walk up to the monument

– at the bench take the brick path and walk into the grassy field

– cross the canal until you reach a T-junction

– wander down a shallow cleave beyond which you will enter a woodland

– bear right and find a kissing gate in the meadow corner

– follow the signs to the Heart of England Way

– see a farmhouse: Mickleton Hills Farm

– You are now on the Diamond Way!

– Cross over another little wooden bridge with two distinctive “V” shapes

– See the stile on your left, climb over

– if you’ve reached the fence on the top of the field, you’ve gone too far

– Turn left and go downhill heading towards a large branchless tree (WTF???)

– Follow the waymarker in line with several pollarded willow trees

– Cut through horse pastures with two isolated trees

– Turn left across a stream and into an orchard

We had an amazing journey of “just because we were there” moments.  I tried to photograph as much of this journey to share… but when you have your boots on the ground walking or are in your mindless moments of Shavasana… how do you really let others feel and smell and enjoy being grounded.  I hope this helps…..

IMG_1056 – the love of my life before we hit a hill 

IMG_1081 – here’s some flowers for you

IMG_1085 IMG_1088 – who I love in the wheat fields

Why animals intrigued me – they just simply stare at me like “WTF are you looking at”:


As I am writing this blog we 3 are sitting on a huge King size bed in one room… a bit of music and we have been “TV free” for a month now.  How can I say that I’m not grounded?

IMG_1090 “hey turn back” it was merely for a photo (we were 1/3 of the way on our walk for the day but hadn’t a clue… we were imaging knights and common folk on this journey into Guiting and St. Michael’s church in the background.

IMG_1091   As we walked to Guiting Manor… the road 

When we got to to Guiting Manor… we had a moment, we paused because we were trying to look up on google if this Manor house was open to the public.  We noticed cars parked at the side of the Manor house and as we stood there a funeral procession came up the drive for our “moment” to be about watching “their moment”….

IMG_1099 –  Susan A. McKinley is brought to the house for her ‘viewing’ 

It is in these moments that I am reminded we can put one foot in front of the other… (I know I’m going to have people reading this shaking their heads but for me, funerals always make me see life when I see people honouring death?)

So back to wandering to our final destination – Winchcombe…… and the roads that never seemed to end when we were tired and thinking cold drink that can be poured in a pub….


And here’s THE END…. Winchcombe…. Happy 3 Grants!

IMG_1122 Ahhh Lion Inn… decadence down pillows!!!!!





“He who puts out his hand to stop the wheel of history will have his fingers crushed.” – Lech Walesa

As a 3rd generation Canadian – how do I relate to history that is hundreds of years older than my nationality?

Being here in Poland and merely walking through the forest, we come across bunkers that are remnants of WW2.  We walk through a small village and there is a church that is older than Canada as a nation.  We see relics of barns that were built in the 1700’s by serfs.   Our sailing trip made us marvel at the engineering feats of Prussians that created the canals to connect the lakes in Mazury.

What I marvel about is the resilience of the Polish.  They stand fast with culture and language.

From 1795 until 1918 no truly independent Polish state existed, although strong Polish resistance movements operated.

The Second Polish Republic, established in 1918, existed as an independent state until 1939, when Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union destroyed it in their invasion of Poland at the beginning of World War II.

Here are images from our travels in Mazury…

Wolf's Lair Bunker

Wolf’s Lair Bunker


A feat of engineering to last: Roads & Bunkers – they don’t make them like they use to anymore?!

German road Memerick

German road Mamerki

Memerick bunker WW2

Mamerki bunker WW2

inside WW2 bunker

inside WW2 bunker



And as for the debate if Vodka was Polish or Russian invention – I am going to have to go with the Polish. The word “vodka” was recorded for the first time in 1405 in Akta Grodzkie, the court documents from the Palatinate of Sandomierz in Poland. Of course this accounts for an afternoon in the sunshine for this man.