WINTER NEWSLETTER 2014
The Oundle Pilgrimage – supporting local charities
Pictured above are Robin Moore and Nigel Laxton presenting a cheque to Sue Ryder Thorpe Hall raised from their efforts walking the Oundle Pilgrimage.
Robin Moore developed the project in 2010 and the 46 mile walk/cycle route has since raised thousands for local charities with a weekend put aside each August for locals to do their bit for Thorpe Hall in Peterborough, Robin says’ The hospice has helped a local people here in Oundle so I decided it would be fitting to build a project in its honour. It has also been one of my own objectives to promote fitness, the environment we live in and tourism in Oundle – so I think its fair to say the pilgrimage caters for all of this’. Robin has walked 30,000 miles around the British Isles and Europe and other continents. Nigel has walked with Robin on a few of these occasions and between them have raised thousands for good causes. Last year’s pilgrimage, Nigel raised £2000 for HEARTSTART. Robin’s recent encounter with the WW1 Salients helped other charities and saw the finish line at the Menin Gate where he completed his circuit of Europe (still with more to do) and has given him an opportunity to write some verse and a book about the experience and his thoughts about the conflict which took place one hundred years ago.
A PILGRIMAGE OF WAR AND WORDS
Geneva to Ypres – WW1 Walk
August 1914 saw the Battle of Mons,
As Britain and Germany sent fourth their sons,
Soon to be cannon fodder and casualties of war,
Shedding blood on a scale never seen before.
Reeling through France came the British retreat,
Shielded by the cavalry who turn up the heat,
Those gallant equestrians, adrenalin-fed,
Push back the big guns till all are dead.
The Kaiser’s war machine continues to roll,
Crushing forests and towns as guns take their toll,
Gone are the chivalry and glamour of war,
Replaced by trenches, barbed wire and gore.
Gas, gas, gas a ‘Tommie’ cries,
As the Battle of Ypres takes on a new guise,
Advances the Prussian Guard, strong and steady,
Like a ceremonial parade but with guns at the ready.
The British fix bayonets and the guard are speared,
Fighting hand-to-hand till the woods are cleared,
By dusk the guard lie dead, in great knots, swathes and heaps,
For them the war is over, in this first battle of Ypres.
Poem by Robin Moore.
Commemorating WW1 a century on, Robin Moore sets off on a 1000km trek across Switzerland, France and Belgium which will complete a circuit of Europe and the British Isles. Read how his adventure unfolds each day and learn about the historical places of interest he encounters.
Dominant Mountains That Preside Over Europe
Geneva to Hotel Bellevue, Gex
Starting my walk from Geneva city centre, I make my way to the great lake which borders France and Switzerland; then after running a video commentary near the ferry port and fountain, I continue beside the lake. It is a perfect late September day; sunshine with a breeze from the water allowing a pleasant initiation to this historic walk. I pass through several small parks, occasionally stopping to absorb the scenery and around midday I take a cycle route away from the lake towards the mountainous French Border. The road becomes busy though broken frequently by colourful towns and occasionally my gaze is drawn towards the sky where air traffic is in motion too. I am 5 km from the next village when a local walker joins me; he is astonished when I tell him I am walking to the Menin Gate! He shuffles off quietly on reaching his destination and after continuing to the end of the village I seek help from a hotelier who points me towards France. In the distance lie the Jura Mountain Range which I feel will test me over the coming week. Soon I cross the border, and with little to get excited about other than a sign post marked ‘France’, I continue uphill towards Gex. It is an arduous trek in the heat as I struggle with a 50lb load, and lack of sleep at the airport the previous evening also adds to the discomfort. Once I am confident of my route I start to feel much better and on my last ascent, which sees me only 27km from Morez, I decide to take refuge at Hotel Bellevue at the town of Gex. it is a large building owned by an enthusiastic marine commando whose father fought at Verdun during the Great War. He shows me his father’s picture and medals and later I begin writing my book with a beer on hand while the bar maid tells her local patrons of my endeavours.
Hotel Bellevue, Gex to Morbais
Starting in hot sunshine I continue my ascent across the Jura Mountains; there are no war monuments or battle fields here – just a slow grind through steepling countryside as the towns and villages of yesterday disappear behind a curtain of mist. Even traffic flows by at a leisurely pace and the lorries chug along cautiously as the journey evolves by way of the narrow pass. It is an laboured affair during the morning where at times the diverse terrain reminds me of New Zealand with its collaboration of forest and stern peaks. The afternoon brings respite with a cool descent beyond St Claude Junction; by now I am hitting towns regularly and make use of any facilities available to enjoy a coffee break and the chance to pick up a few provisions.
At La Cur I rouse some curiosity as I deposit my backpack on a park bench outside the Tourist Office, change my socks and eat a sandwich. Soon I have an audience comprising of a touring party who had seen me walking earlier; after explaining the purpose of my journey I show them my pilgrim passport and a publication about a recent expedition. After wishing me well they depart and their distant waves see me on my way to Les Rousses and later Morez where I purchase groceries for tonight’s supper. A further ascent along a busy road section sees me to the campsite at Morbais. Although the campsite is now closed for this season the club owner allows me to stay the night and I am able to purchase a drink from the bar where the locals are enjoying their banter amid the smoky atmosphere of a ‘barbie’.
Morbais to Veiux Chalet Champagnole
Rising to a dew-soaked morning I wind up the tent and take a shower at the block which is still unlocked despite the closure of the site. A cooler start makes walking bearable as more steep ascents set the tone for the day. The first few days of any walk always present a challenge but I am grateful to find this route is broken nicely by interspersing villages. As the road narrows the terrain becomes more demanding and yet diverse affording sheer drops of many hundreds of feet; it is awe-inspiring peering down onto treetops as they disappear into a bottomless chasm. At Champagnole I collect groceries and beyond the town, not far from my next route, I stop at a park and camp for the night. Here I buy a bottle of wine from a shop nearby, and the owner kindly uncorks the screw. Sitting on a bench by the tent I enjoy my supper as dusk closes in across the mountains and all is quiet beneath the stars.
Veiux Chalet, Champagnole to Samson
Rising to bright sunshine I dismantle the tent, use the toilet facilities at the park entrance and then proceed along the main road to the Salin Junction. This section follows minor roads throughout the morning with my main coffee break at a restaurant at Salin-le-Bains. From here the heat is unbearable though the scenery, comprised largely of forest mountain landscape and the audio presence of running waster, served as a delightful opiate. En route I met another traveller who had passed me earlier in a car heading for Campagnole; he hails from Verdun and spoke good English. Intrigued by my quest he takes photos and a video which he posts on his Youtube/Facebook pages to give me a bit of support and hopefully some media coverage for our charities. Before departing he hands me some fruit and a bottle of water; then wishes me well for the remainder of my trip. As evening draws close, I meet a group who give me water and an offer to camp. Feeling that the day is incomplete, I press on to the next village where I purchase cheese and wine; a further km north of the village I camp at a field near the road which is at least encompassed by hedgerows.
Samson to Rioz
Disappearing of the radar at dusk is quite important when camping rough as I need to be concealed and feel relaxed to manage a few hours sleep.
A misty morning brings cooler air as I tackle the busy main road with caution, not able to obtain a coffee until reaching Landin around 11.30am. I enjoy a few moments as a spectator, watching the world go by; but soon the road beckons and it is time to return to the task. Sadly the second part of the day disintegrates as the road network becomes complex around industrial Besancon. After taking a wrong turn I receive directions from a lady at a nearby school and descend to the outer regions of town. Soon I am walking on the main road to Vesoul having failed to locate the byway I need to keep on course to Combeaufontaine. Continuing in fear for my life and with motorway instructions now imminent, I make it to Rioz by nightfall. After an extensive ‘reccy’ I realise there is nowhere to stay; so I put up a bivvy outside the campsite which is closed, and fetch a takeaway meal from the only place that is open here.
A Countryside Devoid Of Time
Rioz to Combeaufontaine
Sleeping through sheer exhaustion and uncertain what to do, I visit the police station for help. They are great! Once issued with a coffee they give me a route planner to cover the next 2 days which promises a rural journey along the quieter byways/cycle routes as far as Jussey. Then after receiving an official Gendarme stamp on my WW1 passport, I set off in good stride, feeling grateful for their efforts to help me. The route takes me through the remainder of the town and passes under the motorway where it bears left by a country park. As the day unfolds I begin to appreciate a pleasant scenic journey through rural France in contrast to the initiation along the steep mountain pass, and mad motorway of yesterday. Passing many ancient villages such as Fondremand, Maizieres and Traves I feel consumed by a timeless rural atmosphere. I even stumble across a Camino de Santiago route which interacts with some of the more ancient communities. On reaching the quaint little town of Combeaufontaine I pick up some groceries, but with no accommodation available to tempt me to stay, I set up a camp 2 km north of the village.
Combeaufontaine to Lamarche
The early morning pattern of mist continues as I dismantle my tent and wander carefully along the road. The one problem I face today is obtaining enough water and provisions in these rural parts where it seems that the inhabitants live with a degree of self-sufficiency. Passing through numerous communities over the last week I notice allotments, small-holdings and farm shops which open only in the morning; though later today I manage to get adequate supplies at Jussey. After obtaining road information from the Tourist Office, I visit the cenotaph which is the most conspicuous so far, revealing the names of the war dead who had fought in great campaigns such as Verdun, Le Marne and the Somme; monuments such as this will be commonplace throughout the remainder of my journey. Continuing into the wilderness without seeing another shop or restaurant, I begin to feel as though this countryside is in a time of its own – devoid of change or the passage of time. Only speeding motors and farm machinery gives it away in an environment where people enjoy their allotments and orchards which have kept them self-sufficient for generations. Nearing dusk some youngsters help me obtain water from a tap by the church. Later on course for the final 6km to Lamarche they track me down on bicycles to give me a king size bottle for the night. It is as though they know I am facing a tough evening and I am quite taken back by the kindness-it is the highlight of the day- God bless them.
Lamarche, like all that precedes it since Jussey, is another dead place – rundown hotels which are closed – no sign of life any where and on leaving the town I quickly find a quite spot near the woods to set up camp for the night.
Lamarche to Neufchateau
I am shattered having completed a week on the road at 12 hours per day with each night under canvas – I need a proper sleep! As the mist clears the day heats up draining me as I struggle to obtain water. Eventually I manage to acquire a bottle at a farm where the owner also gives me some fruit for sustenance. I only had a 37km walk today but the heat and lack of food make it slow work. Reaching a village fountain I leap into the water to cool down and enjoy a good soak. The locals appear bemused though I try to explain it is more pleasurable now than at 6am – though I did summon enough courage to attempt a shave in a water butt one misty morning! Life on the road is full of innovations where good health and survival are the only way forward. Rejoining the road I stop to ask a local couple for water; they kindly invite me into their garden for a drink of freshly squeezed apple juice curtesy of their orchard while I explain my quest and what it has so far entailed. They are astonished to feel the weight of my pack – ‘Vingt killos?’ exclaims the lady! After bading farewell I make good progress reaching my destination of Neufchateau by 5pm and promptly book into the local hotel, Le Rialto – 52euros. The lady signs my WW1 passport but refuses to give any discounts – explaining that they were reserved for the pilgrims with Camino de Santiago credentials. At least I enjoy a proper night’s rest with the promise of a breakfast in the morning.
Neufchateau to Vaucouleurs
After a night in an hotel I actually feel more tired than usual and after my breakfast I toil in the heat. I make hard work of the morning session to Domremy but enjoy a good coffee which is a boost to morale. After the break I get into a steady rhythm as the afternoon drifts by amid the drone of traffic. Reaching Vaucouleurs in early evening I feel as though I can press on further, but wary of the previous times when short of provisions I opt to go to the supermarket, get food and after, I set up camp whilst still light a few km beyond town.
Poignant Reminders Of The Great War
Vaucouleurs Region to Sur Meuse
Starting in heavy mist I concentrate hard for the few Km to Void where all is still quiet on this Saturday morning. Not able to get coffee I press on to Commercy and enjoy a bustling market scene which to a ‘man of the road’ is a breath of fresh air. Feeling energised by the moment I walk through the slender streets to the beautiful town centre and its lofty architecture. Here I take coffee and marvel at the crowds thinking to myself that Commercy most definately lives up to its name. Before pressing on to St Mihiel I visit a war cemetery harbouring those who fell in the battles of the Marne, Meuse and Verdun. War raged on around these parts throughout 1914-18 and at one stage the Germans came within 50 miles of Paris. So desperate was the plight of the French that commander-in-chief, General Joffre hired every cab in Paris to rush troops to the front line. This drastic action enabled him to successfully launch a counter-attack on the River Marne on 4th September 1914 which halted the German war machine. Sadly though, the great French dreams of a triumphant offensive to end the war did not come and the misery of trench warfare followed with pointless combat in ‘No mans land’ until the end of 1918. Beyond here are many places with war graves but few with shops though I manage another at coffee at a bar and later a cake at St Mihiel. Along the way there are more cenotaphs and memorials to the Great War; most significant is the Roman Camp at St Mihiel which was taken by the Bavarians despite brave fighting from the single unit left there to guard it. Beyond the town is another war cemetery and a further 6 km I find the only hotel between St Mihiel and Verdun thanks to the help of a local lady. Merci beaucoup!
Auberge du Chaudron, Fleuri sur Meuse to Verdun
I am glad of a good sleep at the hotel and keep some of supper for this morning’s breakfast realising that there are so few facilities out in these rural parts. Today is also Sunday and a wet one at that as I walk all the way to Verdun ticking off the cemeteries en route and trying to imagine the scenes of battle along the Meuse. A hundred years ago tanks would have rolled through broken woods towards the river against the sound of cannon fire and machine guns. Today the landscape presents a peaceful arable scene that bears the solitary murmur of a tractor. Only the weather denies history and the day stays damp and miserable as it may well have been a century ago. With 27km under my belt today I wonder when I will come across a place to enjoy a coffee! Entering the town of Verdun I find a solution to the problem at Macdonalds where I also enjoy a cooked meal – burger and chips and wifi for my video diary– good old Uncle Ronnie!
Heading further into town I find a grocer shop that is open and visit the Tourist Office where the attendant stamps my passport and gives me information about the town’s war history. Continuing across the river to the gated town entrance I watch a boat race reach its conclusion amid enthusiastic cheers along the river bank. Passing through the gated entrance I see a different section of Verdun which is largely commercial with modern shops, restaurants and a few dated buildings; most of these are residential interspersed by several reasonably priced hotels. On the whole this is an ideal base for war historians wishing to explore one of the most catastrophic theatres of war.Tourism here is largely derived from the devastation of the Great War which has intrigued so many over the last century. Some are drawn here to find lost relatives who fought in the campaign; others visit to try to make sense of the huge loss of life which occurred during what was the most modern war of its age. The whole region conveys a poignant message and as the night continues I pass more cenotaphs and a vast war cemetery where the visual evidence of a desperate struggle is quite conclusive – those who fought here knew real hardship and suffering! As the white tablets become more distant dusk approaches bringing more wet weather. I manage to find a field suitable for camping and descend to the woods; here I stay dry, and after a mackerel salad accompanied by a drop of wine, the traffic grows quiet allowing me to drift into slumber.
Verdun Region to Inur
Waking after a night of rainfall I make the most of a mist free session in the morning reaching Chamy around 10am. I visit a bar by a park where the locals gaze at my passport stamps while I take a wash and shave in the disabled toilet. As it turns out this is the one and only opportunity to have a coffee break as the trend of no facilities continues; during the last week I have come across many places closed for renovation, sale or simply brought to a standstill through lack of trade. Even at the town of Dun sur Meuse everything is either closed or under repair and the only place I can obtain water is the chemist! Eventually my efforts are rewarded at Stenay where I find a supermarket and buy all I need for tonight. A few miles on at Inur I finish at the campsite where a night under canvas costs only 4euros. I speak to another traveller from Germany who is also visiting the battlefields. Later I cross the road to the local pub and write up my diary on what turns out to be the most productive day on tour so far – realising over 50km.
Inur to Sedan
During the night torrential rain forces me to abandon tent and take refuge in the wash room; my tent is saturated and difficult to pack away; other items too are wet. The nightmare continues as rain and traffic disrupt the day though I pass through some historic places which breaks up the monotony; Mouzon with its medieval archway entrance and wonderful church add a depth of history dating back 2000 years. Although a bit autumnal I relax with some raison bread and milk beside the river; after I follow the bank back to my main road route via the D954. Occasionally I stray from my route and use a village trail; this is usually counter-productive yet often necessary to relieve myself from the stress of traffic. The last two days have seen many beautiful water scenes where tributaries form from waterfalls and canals spur off the river following the road through more towns and villages. For a while I get a chance to walk close to the river bank; stopping at a lock gate I eat some chocolate and later watch fishermen casting from a bridge. A shoal of large chub in the shallow water catch my gaze and I shout across to the fishers to cast further out. Another place dominated by water (and once again from the sky too) is Sedan, my destination for today, where I am fortunate to find a municipal campsite. Although closed the care-taker does not object to me setting up camp under the games area where I could at least stay dry! He and his wife wished me well and gave directions for tomorrow’s journey which will take in the busy region of Charleville Mezieres.
Sedan to Bough Fidele
The pattern of wet continues and I promptly stop for coffee at a sports cafe on the edge of town where todays travels begin. I use the facilities for a wash and shave then from here I toil on through the suburban areas of Charville Mervais stopping three more times for coffee to take refuge from torrential rain. The day does not ameliorate and on leaving the city I take the D22 to Renwez where to my horror the only hotel I have seen all day is closed! All too often nearing dusk I find myself in this predicament – particularly on this current expedition and with more wet weather imminent I face the prospect of camping in a muddy forest. This I do several miles on but eventually the storm that has stalked me all day finds its quarry and my tent fills with water soaking everything. I am subjected to a cold, wet and sleepless night.
The Last Charge
Bourg Fidele to Chimay
My ordeal continues and I can barely keep my eyes open as I decide which items of equipment are no longer serviceable. The tent is of no further use and in any case, I had converted it to a bivvy, whilst in Spain earlier this year for the purpose of short journeys in summer months; I also scrap some of the more worn clothing that is sodden through. Finding a bakers en route I purchase a roll and ponder over my predicament; at least I will be crossing the border into Belgium soon. On this note I press on to the next village where I am escorted to a sports cafe by 2 cows – probably an early milk delivery! They peer through the door and soon gather an audience as we tolerate their company long enough to take photos. After coffee I march them up the road as far as the square where they stop to investigate something else of interest. Happy to leave them to their own devises, I continue my adventure in the direction of Rocroi. There are roadworks near the town though thankfully the thoroughfare is more intriguing accentuated by some elaborate features and eye-catching statues to the left. After visiting to Tourist Office at Rocroi it rains again so I retire to the Hotel de Commerce to write my diary with the aid of more caffeine. Rain eventually subsides and I move on from the town; the terrain remains rural and in the afternoon I cross the border into Belgium. The road is quiet with only a few broken communities and closed hotels. Joining the main road I make steady progress to Chimay where I purchase groceries (still French-speaking) but have difficulty in finding anything that resembles an hotel; on making an inquiry at a local residence the family kindly offered to let me stay the night; feeding me and making most welcome which I am very grateful for.
Chimay to Mons
My hosts spoke good English and were kind to me drying my damp clothes and making me a good breakfast before setting off on an ambitious journey to the early days of WW1
Well the task of reaching Mons-58km from here seems a little unrealistic yet I feel confident I can get close and should in any case find a hotel along the way before dusk. The day goes well stopping at Beaumont (26km) for lunch; this vibrant town has many good facilities though it is far too early to stop. I do however rest at a cafe and once rejuvenated power into the following session ticking off all the villages thereafter. I find a fruitier by the roadside and purchase bananas and an orange; I am able to pick apples most days as the trees still bear fruit; but as night fell I struggle on expecting to find a hotel – realising that I had yet to see one in Belgium! Before long I am entering Mons by the Cenotaph laid by the British and Canadians at the end of the war. Mons was the first battle fought in WW1 by the British who quite literally stumbled on the positions of The First German Army. Their infantry came on in great numbers but where gunned down by the fusiliers of the BEF who had been trained in rapid fire and use of machine guns. The success was short-lived and German artillery fire sent the BEF reeling back through France all the time shielded by the cavalry whose bravery and altruism helped preserve the BEF as a fighting force in the field. Four years on in this bloody campaign the German war machine was finally halted and the assailants kicked out of Mons by the Canadians who made a valuable contribution throughout the Great War. Across the road I pass an Irish Cenotaph and continuing into the centre I see many epitaphs and personal reminders of the War. Around midnight I come across the only hotel in this part of the city – priced at 100euros – no thanks! Instead I find a park with a lovely dry spot under a conifer which shelters me from the dew and feeling grateful for comfort I drift into slumber.
Mons to Tournai
Having overslept I stumble to a nearby cafe which is opened early to accommodate the Saturday market. This is the only commercial activity I come across as I begin to focus on the day ahead. In fact it transpires to be an even later start as the town is not open for business until after 10am; I need food and the tourist office before I depart from here! Eventually I purchase a breakfast at ‘Uncle Ronnie’s and obtain adequate directions for the last section of my walk from the Tourist Office. Leaving in torrential rain I pass through November 11th Street, onto Parc Road and then join the N50 to Tournai. Slow and arduous is how I describe it as the road floods through and I am lucky to find a cycle path by the river which I use for part of the way. A huge barge passes by and I think to myself ‘Don’t see too many of those on the River Nene!’ The width of the vessel would almost certainly breach both banks of our little country river unlike the waterways here which compare to crossing an ocean. Water is certainly in vast quantity here for all concerned and when the sun finally appears at Bescecles at 4pm I still face a further 20km to Tournai. Laboured it becomes too! However, the rain abates and I manage to buy a fish supper 6km from Tournai. On arrival it is the same old story- no hotels/hostels and so I retire to yet another conifer tree in a park opposite a shopping centre; it is the best option given the circumstances. Surrounded by mud, the tree droppings at least provide a dry surface to lay on, while the density of the branches conceal me from main road traffic and party dwellers. Given these advantages and the ebbing flow of traffic I manage a few valuable hours rest in the warmth of my sleeping bag.
Tournai to Roncq
Waking to the commotion of a Sunday Market at Tournai, I join in the fun at a nearby cafe which is presently a centre of activity and commerce. Feeling invigorated by the experience I make my way out of town filming some of the majestic architecture which gives the place it’s character. Having survived the Great War, ancient and modern blend well in these parts; all the old world cafes have embraced technology and I have no difficulty in constructing a facebook video diary along the way. The road is a less dramatic affair as I tick off the villages en route, find the necessary ‘pit stops’ for coffee and treat myself to a meal after crossing the border back into France. I am now bound for Roubaix where I hope to reconnect my journey through Flanders via the Menin Road. Reaching the urban swirl I continue along the busy streets which are a mix of rundown flats and fast-food facilities in what appears to be a largely Muslim Community. I see a cloaked man walking barefoot in the road as he tries to avoid a crowd – it is busy here with a lot of intersections to cross. My journey slows down for a while but eventually I reach Tourcoing and its captivating architecture. After finding a grocer shop and purchasing provisions, I feel as though the day is near its end. Unable to find a receptionist at a nearby hotel, I take on another section which at least ensures my route to Menin; Then I am fortunate in finding a budget Hotel-Premiere where I feel happy to retire for the day. It is only 40 euros including breakfast so at last I can relax and enjoy the comfort of a bed having walked 150 km for the privilege of sleeping in it!
Roncq to Ypres
Leaving the Premiere Inn after a substantial buffet-style breakfast I walk the N8 to Warelgem which provides reasonable passage despite being under siege from commuter traffic. Bearing left at Warelgem, I cross the road bridge and I walk into Menin. Promptly finding a restaurant I enter for coffee and attempt to chat with a few of the locals; one of the guys had spent time in Canada in the 60′s and still speaks good English. He buys me another coffee and takes a photograph to mark the occasion in between the chat. Leaving the cafe around noon my journey continues along Iuper Street. There are pavements to walk on and a few villages en route; eventually we encounter the Ypres Salient where I visit a cenotaph on the right. A bit further on is a museum containing Great War relics and archives; opposite is a cemetery harbouring the soldiers who fought in those last battles of 1914 culminating in the First Battle of Ypres. The contestants in the field were the BEF who had retreated from Mons; then regrouped at Zonnebeke with re-enforcements from the Commonwealth. Here they prepared to defend against hand picked troops of the elite Prussian Guard who had pledged victory or death. It is said they came on magnificently – almost as if they were on a military parade; only mortality defied their courage as they fell in their ranks against the murderous machine gun fire of the British Fusiliers. This was a do or die battle to save the Channel Ports and it is impossible to imagine the carnage caused by this desperate struggle. The chaos of backup troops arriving to the front line with the guard breaking through the forest; officers panicking as they try to lead counter-attacks to clear the woods. Hand to hand fighting continued with bayonet and pistol until finally dusk fell upon the remnants of the BEF who had managed to hold their positions; before them lay the guard dead in great swathes piles and heaps. It should have been the end of the war but instead battles raged on until 1918; new weapons were employed; gas, high explosives laid by tunnellers and the discovery of the tank added to the misery of the ‘tommies’ life on the front line. All along the Menin Road I saw poignant reminders of the Great War and a mile from Ypres, by a Commonwealth Inn I take an excursion to Hill 62 where the Canadians fought battles between 1914-16. Passing Wood Cemetery I come to a museum which is also a restaurant; further on I find the cenotaph; from here Ypres sits only 2 miles from the field which would have been a sobering concept for the public to deal with throughout the conflict. Returning to the restaurant I chat to the maid about finding an hotel in town and spend a moment savouring the day with a coffee. There are many archives here, and on leaving I take photographs of the artillery outside; then head back towards Wood Cemetery and the Ypres Salient. Finally I conclude my pilgrimage at the Menin Gate where a great lion sits proud above the cenotaph reminding the world of the ultimate sacrifice made for peace. This is the most sacred place on Earth to a military man from the British Empire. The soldiers names are all that remain of them though their souls live on in the heart of Ypres where locals and visitors commemorate their loss each night at the last post – 8pm.
We will remember them – God Bless them always!
With the last post still ringing through my mind the train journey across Flanders and then Lille to Calais gave me much to reflect on having now completed a 35,000km circuit of the British Isles and Europe. To finish the last leg of this circuit along the WW1 battle fields one hundred years on makes my effort more significant and historically rewarding; I have seen poignant plaques and cenotaphs; learned of the brave deeds of our ancestors who were selfless and altruistic in the face of battle with an undying sense of duty. Even though I have met many of these brave men as a child I could never have envisaged their plight or the misery of the trenches, mud and barbwire. We can only show deep respect and gratitude for their sacrifice and pray no such war will visit humanity again.
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1914 TIME LINE – the opening stages
28th June – Assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand – Austria-Hungary declares war on Serbia.
1st August – Germany declares war on Russia
3rd August – Germany declares war on France
4th August – Germany violates Belgium Neutrality – Great Britain is now at war
7th August – German forces march into Leige
16th August – BEF lands in France and sets up HQ at Amiens
21st August – BEF crosses into Belgium – Private John Parr, aged 16, is the first British casualty at Obourg
22nd August BEF take up positions at Mons – Cavalry Divisions are engaged in battle with the German Hussars
23rd August – The Battle of Mons Salient where the Germans attack on two flanks
Apparition of the ‘Angels of Mons’ follow the BEF in retreat through the Marmal Forest towards Le Cateau
September – Battle of the Marne
November – The First Battle of Ypres
Christmas Day Truce – British and German troops meet in ‘No Mans Land’ to celebrate Christmas.
WW1 WALK ACROSS EUROPE
– A Pilgrimage of War and Words
Commencing in September/October Robin Moore’s 1,000km walk across Europe will follow the 1914 allied frontline from Switzerland to Ypres and on completion will hopefully have raised funds for 4 UK charities. This Pilgrimage of ‘War and Words’ will be the third associated with Ypres in Flanders; we hope to document the expedition using video link via Face Book and then later publish as a book with some historic reference to the Great War. The journey will serve not only as a poignant reminder of the ultimate sacrifice made by soldiers on the Western Front but also convey a message of peace and hope as I endeavour to raise money for local charities which in turn will provide specialist care and treatment.
I am hoping to add to the 2.4 million raised from the Peterborough Cancer Treatment Appeal which is dedicated to fundraising for equipment used in the diagnosis and treatment of cancer at regional NHS hospices, Stamford and Peterborough.
Another local charity we will be raising funds for is Action for Asperger’s at Lilford Lodge Farm, Barnwell. The charity provides counselling, emotional support, diagnostic and advocacy service for lives affected by Asperger’s Syndrome/Autism. Please contact Claire Crosby for information on how to make donations to this charity. firstname.lastname@example.org
For those wishing to support Cornwall Hospice Care please use the justgiving page at our website: cornishpilgrimage.org.uk
Another charity to benefit is Prostate Cancer UK (I have updated the justgiving page for this walk)and donations can be made at the Angel Inn, Oundle or at the Rose &Crown Islip; the MOVEMBER Campaign will be launched on completion of the walk for those wishing to ‘Grow a Mo’.
PCTA Sponsor forms and charity boxes will be available at some of our inns below and we are hoping to host a charity gig/open mic night early on in November.
SUMMER NEWSLETTER 2014
THE CORNISH PILGRIMAGE
Although this project is under construction it has been founded in honour of Cornwall Hospice Care and provides walkers/cyclists with an opportunity to discover this ancient and modern kingdom. The route contains 9 sections including a circular Gwennap Pilgrimage which we will be walking this year on August Bank Holiday Sunday from the Coppice Inn car park, at Lanner around 10am. The main Pilgrimage route spans Cornwall from Morwenstow Church on the north coast to St Michael’s Mount on the south; from here there are 3 extension routes to Land’s End. As well as introducing the idea as a ‘Journey of Discovery’, we are also inviting participants to raise awareness/funds for Cornwall Hospice Care; those taking part in the pilgrimage will have a passport to collect stamps along the way. I hope to be walking the route in the middle of August and expect to be in the Gwennap Region in order to complete the Bank Holiday Pilgrimage on my way to Michael’s Mount. Any one else wishing to support my walk and Cornwall Hospice Care can do so at our justgiving pages once they have become available. For details about our pilgrimage projects please check out our new websites:
Our weekend pilgrimage on behalf of Sue Ryder Thorpe Hall begins on the 9th August at
St Peter’s Church; a collection will also be held at the Co-op in Oundle during the morning. Details about the Pilgrimage can be found at:
Books are now available to download from this section; these include expeditions and guides.
END OF SUMMER EVENT
FIRST WORLD WAR COMMERORATION WALK – 1000 Miles
Itinerary to be published in August which will cover a journey from Switzerland to Ypres in Belgium.
Robin Moore’s walk will benefit local charities:
Prostate Cancer UK
Cancer Research UK
Plus 2 others yet to be named.
We will publish justgiving pages for each charity and hold events to support the effort.
Click on CANCER CHARITIES to read more about the charities that benefit from Robin Moore’s expeditions and fundraising schemes.
Day 1 Geneva to Le Mont Sion (Neydens Region)
Mental start!! Several hours of walking round in circles – nobody has a clue where the French border is let alone a pedestrian route there! Thankfully a young lad stops and pulls out his mobile Sat/Nav. and thanks to his intervention all is well as I progress to the border via Carouge. At dusk I camp in a field which lies between the river and road – freezing cold and a few hours after settling I have a police visit. Thumbling in the dark for my passport amuses them and after commenting on my accent they leave me to shiver for another few hours.
Camping on wet mud gave little comfort and at dawn I continue my walk as far as an hotel where the proprieter offers me a free breakfast. We chat for awhile and in between serving her customers she sorts me out with a decent route in the form of ´The Famous Camino de Santiago´ – many of these paths I have walked before during my travels around the continent.
Day 2 Charly to Frangy
A 2-mile hike from the hotel leads to Charly where there is in fact a Gite dÉtape for pilgrims – a hostel for pilgrims providing a free bed and stamp for your passport. From here I set off up the steep, muddy lane which I´m glad to say is clearly marked. From a height of 760metres the pilgrim route – GR65 takes in La Motte, Charnouy and Contamine-Sarzin. Despite being very damp and muddy – similar to conditions you´d expect in the UK right now, it became warm once away from the cold wind that is prevalent in this stern mountainous region. By 3pm I come to a standstill at Frangy and book into a hotel for 35eu – at least I can enjoy a ´policeless´peaceful warm night´s sleep.
Day 3. Frangy to Chanaz
The Swiss alps continue to dominate the landscape bringing the cold winds which dispel any thoughts of camping. The terrain remained muddy and a steep rural blast between Le Grand Pont and Syssel is enough to blow out the cobwebs of a good nights rest.
The afternoon session encounters the small places associated with Le Bourget du Lac, and at Pont de la Loi I am overtaken by an equestrian group. There were many cyclists too – largely following the National Cycle Route which at times interracts with the Camino de Santiago. There is a pleasant river section that leads to the village of Chanaz which seemed like a good point to break off for the day. At the Gite de Chanaz I pay 10eu to camp but in fact spent most of the night in the warm changing rooms where I am able to get a few hours sleep – frost suggests it is still too cold for camping!
Day 3 Chanaz to St Genex Region
Leaving around 7am, I manage to purchase a coffee at the village and then I make my ascent away towards Yenne – 18km. Pausing momentarilly I capture the mountains poking through the mist evoking yet another scene of unvisited beauty. As the cold air disperses it becomes another glorious day but I have difficulty in obtaining food and water as shops are scarce in this region. As the afternoon drifts on I get tired and thirsty – often knocking on doors to obtain water from locals. The mountain route was desolate and at times unforgiving – winding throughout the forest where snow lay all around. Eventually I descend from Mount Tournier yet there is little that ressembled a community let alone a shop – only the churches remain prominent here. On my next ascent I stop at a solitary cottage which was in fact a guest house still closed for winter season.
The lady, Annie stopped her painting chore to refill my water bottles and on hearing that I planned to camp suggested I stayed at the cottage – this was a far better option to camping and although not yet open and heated it was a great comfort to me and Annie was very kind ensuring I was well nourished after a gruelling day on the GR65.
Day 5 Guiers-Cotenvert (Annie Latge) to Voiron
It would be another month before Annie can expect visitors walking the Camino most of whom hail from Austria and Germany, so she was happy to stamp my pilgrim passport and acknowledge me as the first walker of the ´season´- God Bless her.
After a lovely breakfast at Annie´s I made short work getting to Saint-Genex-Sur-Guiers and was soon walking up the river bank to Aoste where fishermen were enjoying a calm sunny morning. The Camino route proved difficult to follow at times and in the afternoon I found myself on the cycle route which led me on a massive excursion to Les Abrets which should have been just 5 km away and yet took nearly 4 hours to walk! Unhappy with this and not certain of the direction to Lake Paldeau I completed the evening section on road as far as Voiron where I camped rough on a farm track just beyond town.
Day 6 Voiron to St . Hillaire-du-Rosier
Happy to continue by road today, I would endeavour to rejoin the camino either St Antoine-lÁbbaye or Valence where the path follows the Rhone for the remainder of its course.
After walking 13 hours yesterday I feel tired – not helped by another cold, sleepless night. It is quite hot today and I stop frequently for coffee and water, as the sun nears the top of the mountains I enjoy a tiny little knap at a picnic park between Teche and St Sauveux. Passing St Marcellin I take a wrong turn but thankfully realise and retreat and make good in the final hour. At St. Hillaire du Rosier I see a small hotel along the thoroughfare and am lucky to stay there for 30eu.
Day 7 St Hillaire to Valence
Continuing my journey along the remainder of the D1092 I enjoy a warm morning to Romans sur-Isere where I change route and now walk the cycle track beside the N532 dual carriageway. It is slow progress to St Marcel-les-Valence as I set off in search of another great city. As the road winds through the city I take time to explore and photo the prominent landmarks. After obtaining a geographical fix on my exit across the river to the opposite bank where I can join the Camino to Arles, I retire to the Lyon Hotel where I pay 38eu for a room.
Day 8 Valence to Cruas
A bottle of vin rouge and a good night´s rest was all I needed to recupperate and once across the river I was soon stepping out on the camino route along the Rhone to Beauchastel. It remains warm with an added presence of equestrians and cyclists, who as locals probably frequent the route daily. There was a solitary boat along the river and after the morning stint I stopped for coffee at a club-style cafe where the jukebox played ´We´re all living in America´! After ´´feeling chilled´´ out by that experience I continue my journey to Le Pouzin which is shared by towpath and road.
Everything converges on this place and the session that follows takes me to nightfall and I am lucky to stay at the Cruas Campsite which lies on the Camino Route which is only a few metres from the river bank.
Day 9 Cruas to Bourg St Andeal
It was another night in the changing rooms I´m afraid as the evenings here are still cool, unlike the day which is always full of promise. The first part was a bit misty as I encounter the EDF Power Station. I get lost a few times trying to get beyond this point but once on course I put in a good stint to Le Teil. It was a less enjoyable affair to Viviers where at least I got some provisions for the evening.In the heat I try to focus on the chalk clifs which obscure the Rhone and as the chill of night draws in all was at peace once again. I saw freight trains pass by all day and walked through concrete towns -´literally´ – places that have evolved from the cement industry which now provide a strong economy (at least 3and 1) and good foundations too – I hope! On reaching Bourg I get a room at a local hotel and enjoy a meal of bread and cheese which I managed to buy at the last town.
Day 10 Bourg to Laudin
Using the cycle route I walk on to St Just where I have coffee and Raisin bread for breakfast. At Pont-st -Esprit I sit on a bench and enjoy a picnic and then take photos of a statue which commemorates the local men who fought in the Great War. The nearby Abbey sees me on the way again with a few signposts for Arles to add momentum. At Bagnols I run into trouble trying to follow the Camino de Santiago to Laudin and I find myself on a circular cycle route which puts pay to the evening session. By dusk I find a lonesome hotel in the region of Laudin and call it a day. I was glad of the room but the wine I ordered cost me 20eu!!
Day 11 Laudin to Graveson
A tough day now beckons in order to make up for the previous bad evening session and this time I will see it through along the road. I am able to use the hard shoulder and make light work of Avignon but walk round the town a couple of times so as to be sure I was on the correct route to Arles. Looked more like a motorway but was in fact a modern dual carriageway which eventually diminished into the usual bog-standard secondary route which at times can be a bit too narrow. After collecting provisions at Graveson I walk on to a peaceful location beside the canal and set up camp just before dusk – it was lovely – and warm for a change.
Day 12 Graveson to Arles
Good sleep and a great start – no traffic until reaching the industrial outposts of the ´modern Arles´´. A kind lady treats me to breakfast at her hotel and later I spend time exploring ancient Arles. I was so captivated with its charm I spent the night there and got my coach to Spain on Monday instead where I immediately started a 5-day walk from Valencia to Alacant which would take me to completion of a continuous circle of walks around the country! Read more soon -will also be publishing on EBOOKS later in the year, walks on the continent will be available in this section.
WALKING IN SPAIN
Day 1 Valencia to Cullera
Commencing a new adventure in Spain around 7am, I first had to find directions how to get out of Valencia. A road sweeper assists and soon I am walking the underpass which runs through the city gardens. When I run out of city and foot path a young maid points me in the right direction and soon I emerge at a narrow lane next to the motorway. I run into some gypsies who were less helpful but a local guy confirmed my route and I was soon on my way. It was basically a cycle trail weaving in and out of the smaller coastal places the first of which was Pelida where I stop for coffee. At the next stop the motorway becomes the CV500 which caters for allcomers making my journey into El Saler a straightforward one. Beyond here I have water to my right which is strange as I am walking the Mediterranean coast and it should be on the left! There are sluice gates ahead forming a dam, and I wonder whether it is a fish farm.
Later in the day I reach Cullera and get a taste of resort life which is the main attraction of this coastline. I sustain myself with oranges picked from the trees and decide to walk through the town.The idea paid off as I found both campsite and supermarket and spent a lovely peaceful evening there for just 7eu with only a family staying here at the top of the pitch.
Day 2 Cullera to Olivia Region.
I sleep well despite heavy festivities from a nearby saloon. The constant sound of explosions signal the advent of a bank holiday which the Spanish will celebrate passionately. The cool air was welcome as I eventually leave the town (there was tons of it!) and soon I joined the N332 coast road, my route for the remainder of the journey. By noon it is hot and there is a motorway section to encounter between Xeresa and Gandia. At Gandia I follow the coast road into Daimus and Olivia where the celebrations are at a peak. I had drunk youths driving motorcycles at me and then taking their hands of the steering bars, explosions going off all around and people barely able to walk because they had ´´over-celebrated.´´ It was great fun for most of us!
Leaving here the evening stretch became intense and inconclusive as I had lost a page in my map and unsure whether to take a detour into the next resort. I made the decision to camp rough behind some pine trees along the road rather than risk an unwanted excursion.
Day 3 Olivia to Culp
A sleepless night with dogs barking and traffic belting past followed by an early morning 12 km hike was not the tonic I needed to start the day. At Ondara I get in a mess with the motorway and have to start again to ensure I get on the right road as both are extremely busy at this point. The 2 roads cross at a toll gate and I am unhindered by the interraction heading off to an English Cafe where I stop for a chat and a coffee. From here the day drags on along winding roads- no Camino de Santiago here, though desolate sections remind me of the Otira Gorge in New Zealand which I walked last year.It is a change from the urban sprawl though still potentially a dangerous experience along the bends and the partially built bridges. By evening I enter the busy resort of Culp and am immediately overwhelmed by the spirit of tourism. Each road is a nightmare to cross and after purchasing groceries I escape to the scrubland beyond the town and pitch my tent beside some bushes. Although concealed a dog barks throughout the night!
Day 4.Culp to Benidorm Region
I felt warm and slept well despite the barking hound which I saw on leaving the scrub. I wasn´t even on his land which made me cross and I shouted at him before disappearing into the traffic flow.Straight away I find a cafe and enter for breakfast, coffee and a shave. It was a good interval and after paying my bill I left in search of Benidorm – not that I was gripped with enthusiasm or anything mildly excitable about coming here! Soon the towering flats emerge and I pass inumerable hotels with unpronouncable names! The landscape is dominated by rows of flats and on rejoining the road it seems more like a motorway which at least gave me the hard shoulder. And like a true ´man of the road´I stop to eat my lunch on a concrete plimp next to the crash barrier. Eventually I find a roadside cafe where I chat to a couple who had taken notice of my progress reiterrating that they thought it was a remarkable quest. Continuing a little further I find a newbuild village with a supermarket and with night drawing in I head into the scrub for another night of camping rough.
Day 5 Benidorm Region to Alacant
A few spots of rain troubled me little and by 7.30am I was on the road. Stopping at the first cafe I came to the English owner arrives on cue and lets me in while he cleans up after a party. He goes on to explain that he came out here to look after his dad and decided to buy a pub. He now feels that England has been ruined and turned into a ´Nanny State´´ and in any case has no desire to go back.
Does England have a future I ponder, but thank him for his kindness and from here I kick on to Compello where I have coffee and a muffin. I am now walking the boundaries of Alicante which takes up the rest of the morning. On reaching the city they had moved the Estacion de Autobus and so I had a longer excursion trying to find that, when I eventually found it – it was closed!! I return at night and manage to buy a ticket to Santander for 48eu and once there I can rest in my favourite hotel – Hotel Alisas who have looked after me since my travels began in Europe back in 2004. Anna has booked my ferry to Plymouth and so by Thursday I could be back in England – well Cornwall at least!
ALISAS HOTEL, SANTANDER, Tel:+34 942 222 750.
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Catalunya – 1000km – Perpingnan to Santander (then Plymouth to Land´s End.
Basque Coast – 500km – Biarritz – Santander.
Camino de Santiago – 800km – St Jean to Santiago
Camino Portuguese – 300km – Porto to Santiago
Portugal (incl. Caminos de Fatima, Santiago and Atlantic coast) – 7000km
Med coast 1. – 1200km – Faro to Alicant
Med coast 2. – 1200km – Nice to Valencia
Med coast 3. – 200km – Valencia to Alicant
Belgium – 0700km-Ypres to Nantes
Holland – 250km – Eindoven to Ypres
France – 0700km – Nantes – Biarritz
Swiss – 0500km – Geneva – Arles
Geneva to Ypres – 1000km
Welcome to a new year of walks, books and fundraising.
As well as focusing on local events such as the Oundle Pilgrimage and discovery walks in Cornwall this year will delve into the past with an historical walk from Switzerland to Ypres showing insight life on the western front during the First World War.
This year begins at Geneva in Switzerland where I will hope to walk to the Mediterranean coast to link up my tour of Europe in the South of France (last journey completed near the border of Italy).
Having raised a substantial amount for Prostate Cancer UK, we are hoping to support and promote Cancer Research UK and have posted a justgiving page on the website to help gain for financial help for the charity.
The walk supersedes the Australia expedition which has been postponed through lack of financial support in funding the journey. The walk was dedicated to MOVEMBER –Prostate Cancer charity and funds have already been raised for this effort.
The photos show our local pubs in Oundle presenting funds they have raised in support of Robin Moore’s efforts on behalf of the charity.
Wendy at the Angel was very keen to help out and the Rose & Crown have always backed Robin’s efforts and is best-known as HQ to the Oundle Pilgrimage Challenge which will take place this year on August 9th.
Paul Coles and I are currently working on a new website which will feature EBOOKS as a download facility enabling access to all my walks across the globe (28,000 miles); we will also put on some local guides and our pilgrimage booklets.
Archives blogs, maps of each walk and day-to-day diaries will be posted to give an insight into the life and times of a ‘serious man of the road’.
START: Geneva (Switz)
Via the following:
Arles (South France Med Coast)
How to Sponsor the expedition:
WALKING IN SPAIN
On completion of this journey it is hoped that I can return to Spain for a pilgrimage walk where I may also make a video of the many wonderful places I have visited here throughout many years of arduous trekking.
‘Robin Moore’s Walking For Charity’ on Facebook.
THE OUNDLE PILGRIMAGE RAISING FUNDS FOR LOCAL CHARITIES
The Oundle Pilgrimage Project founded by Robin Moore has raised thousands of pounds for local charities. Robin seen here at The Rose & Crown, Oundle with Sue Ryder representative Neil Barker from Thorpe Hall, Peterborough; the above cheque represents the amount raised for hospice care and Heartstart in Cambridgeshire and Northamptonshire. The pilgrimage can be walked or cycled and part of it may even be circumnavigated using the waterways of the Nene (future project). It was founded for Sue Ryder Hospice at Thorpe Hall and a weekend pilgrimage is held in honour of the charity every August Farmer’s Market Weekend.
We also encourage people to participate at any time of the year, and if they wish, help other local charities in the area. Sue Ryder supporter, Nigel Laxton from Fotheringhay was one of the founding pilgrim walkers and like Robin walks the whole route each year completing the task in just one day! Having walked with Robin on expeditions around the country he is no stranger to the difficulties of an endurance event. This year he led a group ‘The Fotheringhay Six’ from his local pub, the Falcoln around the pilgrimage route raising over £1800 for ‘HEART START’. The money paid for an important piece of equipment held at the village for the local region in case of emergency life support. ‘This is an invaluable contribution to the community and we are fiercely proud of Nigel and his team’s efforts although he hopes that such a trauma does not arise whereby the device has to be used’.
Rather than sit back and bask in the glory of their efforts, these local heroes now endeavour to improve and modify the concept of the Pilgrimage.
There is a cycle guide, family route and the main guide available at Trek-Kits where you can obtain a sponsor form, purchase a Pilgrim Passport and any equipment you may require to undertake the task. Certificates are presented to all that raise money for our local charities.
Next year we will be launching a new website at http://www.robin-moore.co.uk
This will have new features; plus all information about the pilgrimage including maps, places to stay, campsites and the churches and inns that will help make the experience a pleasurable one. We are at present working on 5 circular walk guides of around 10 miles per one to encourage people join in the fun and contribute to worthy causes in the community. You can still in any case try the walks for pleasure and enjoy our beautiful Nene- dominated landscape interspersed by historic villages defined by bold architecture; where rural life is accentuated by medieval churches with ornated facades and the idyllic charm of olde worlde inns that have been the social fabric of village life since ancient times.
To access information about the Oundle Pilgrimage and all other information about Robin Moore’s community projects and expeditions visit:
Click on PILGRIMAGE for an in-depth overview about this local project.
ROBIN MOORE’S CHARITY WALK AND PRESENTATION
The cheque displayed at The Rose & Crown, Oundle represents the amount raised from Robin’s recent European Expedition in September. Funds raised from the walk were divided between hospice care and cancer research. The representative for Cancer Research UK, Annette Beeton from Burghley Park and Peterborough Ladies Committee received £550 towards equipment for the Oncology Unit, Peterborough Hospital (part of Cambridge Research Institute which is the largest in Europe).
Before setting of to Nantes, Robin neighbour Anna Fernyhough who founded the ‘Little Ducklings Pre-School at Barnwell, held a garden party which raised £130 towards the presentation. Robin has always been supported by the Rose & Crown where patrons have been generous; we were also able to add a couple of donations made to Robin by Barmy Army supporters earlier this year when Robin walked the West Coast of New Zealand for the Cancer Society.
‘We did in fact raise £835 for Cornwall Hospice Care thanks to kind-hearted locals who walked part of Robin Moore’s Cornwall Pilgrimage over August Bank Holiday.’ And when the final count is added from the donation envelopes Robin delivered for the charity at the time it is hoped the amount will exceed £1000. The support from the Coppice Inn and Lanner Rugby Club in Cornwall made a tremendous difference to our fundraising this year; The Coppice supported Robin’s walk by hosting a harvest auction to help him raise the money for his effort which was donated to St Julia’s Hospice at the end of October.
To read more about these great walks (including the recent Nantes to Biarritz) log on to:
Robin has been supporting Cancer Research since 1992 and has walked over 27,000 miles for local and international charities; he is the founder of both Cornwall and Oundle Pilgrimages, has written 20 books and raised around £100,000 for local causes.
Robin is presently hoping to raise enough money for a month’s walking in Australia (Victoria to Sydney) next month. He hopes to support Cancer Research UK and Prostate Cancer. For all those who want to support MOVEMBER and grow a moustache please go to the Rose & Crown to sign up for the challenge or have a go on the Angel Inn raffle; we will also be selling pens, badges and other articles for £1 per items. Please help by making a contribution.
To find out more go to ‘Robin Moore’s Walking for Charity’ on Facebook or visit:
Next presentation at the Rose & Crown is for the Oundle Pilgrimage Challenge for Sue Ryder and local charities.