Introduction
We have several walks photocopied from a book that we borrowed from the library decades ago. (Yes, that technically makes us pirate walkers. No, we didn't dress the part.) One of those is from a place called Rowlands Castle. We did the walk in 2006, but I felt like doing it again.
Mum and I got up early to make the epic two-hour journey (two changes of train) to Rowlands Castle station. Let me get this straight to begin with: there isn't actually a castle. Used to be, nine hundred years ago, but there's basically nothing left of it now. Instead there's a tearoom, a hardware store, and a Londis.
Stansted Park
After passing beneath the railway line and walking a short distance along a road, we crossed into part of Stansted Park's land. This area used to be the grounds of a stately home, but most of it was given to a charitable trust decades ago. Our route followed a woodland path uphill to the start of a beech avenue - there's a picture of this on our way back but, basically, it's a wide strip of grass a mile and a half long lined with beech trees. Nice - and apparently Pevsner rated it - but goes on a bit. Probably better on horseback.
We passed a lodge and walked down part of the drive. The walk didn't take us near the actual house, so we only saw that from a distance, but the lodge was impressive enough on its own.
After that we followed narrow lanes and tracks that led down through woodland to the edge of a village called Walderton. We thought it wasn't much of a village, but looking at the map I see now that the actual village is a little way distant, with just a few houses at the west end that we saw.
Then we briefly got lost, at which point another couple of walkers stopped us to ask for directions... Eventually we found the right stile and continued on the road to a nearby church.
The church used to be a private chapel for the attached estate and is quite small. Somebody was inside cleaning, so we were able to look around.
We ate our lunch sitting on a bench in the churchyard.
Racton Monument
There wasn't a castle in Rowlands Castle, but on this walk there's something to make up for it: the Racton Monument, a very impressive folly which fell into disrepair a long time ago and used to be a meeting place for 'undesirables'. Best thing is that though it's probably dangerous, there isn't even a token effort at fencing it off. You can go right in there. Awesome.
Mud
Our walk description warned that the path could get muddy, and it did.
After a while we emerged on a road for a stretch.
Junkyard Farm
In residential areas, people tend to leave domestic appliances and furniture outside their houses. By comparison, farms - even reasonably prosperous-looking farms - seem to make a habit of giving it large. Obviously, I approve.
Rowlands Castle
We rejoined the beech avenue - halfway down, to the relief of our legs - and headed back into the village.
Train home
Our journey back home - including one more change of trains than on the way - was unventful, but did include a half-hour wait at Weybridge.