20100416_A mini Cawston walk – Chasing the sunset
When : 16th April 2010 …. Who : Me and Craig
Where : Cawston, Rugby, Warwickshire, England.
Maps : Ordnance Survey Explorer Map No. 222
Start + End Point : Cawston Grange Estate, SP47,73 …. Farthest Point : SP465,737
Approx Distance : 1.25 miles (2 km) …. Heights : None
This is a short account about a very short walk I did at even shorter notice with my son Craig ( then aged 8 ). We were both at home when the glow of a nice looking sunset started to build, casting an orange glow into our living room. So remembering how we’d been rewarded with a fantastic sunset the year before (Sept-09) we quickly donned some footwear, grabbed my camera and headed out into the wilds of Cawston farmland. I say wilds, it’s really quite tame, only with some occasionally boisterous cattle sometimes in the fields immediately to the west of where we live.
The route taken was out onto the main Coventry Road, headed away from Bilton for a hundred yards or so before turning right onto a bridleway path almost directly opposite Cawston Lane. It’s this path that heads out north-westwards into the local farm fields. Although pretty, the sunset hadn’t really intensified very much, but the promise was still there that it might get better.
It’s quite surprising how quickly a sunset moves and we ended up moving quite quickly ourselves, chasing the sunset into the distance. The promised sunset never really materialised and never reached the levels of stunning, remaining pretty on the scale of intensity as we reached the new footbridge over the equally new Rugby Western Relief Road. Perhaps we needed a little cloud cover instead of the near perfectly clear skies we actually had.
Craig played the eternal game played by generations of kids, of seeing how many returned waves he could illicit from the cars and lorries that passed beneath us, whilst I played at taking some photo’s of the bridge. I liked the way the soft light reflected off the metal surfaces whilst at the same time being silhouetted strongly against the rapidly darkening sky …. So, I was finally rewarded with some OK pic’s, but not necessarily the ones I’d anticipated when we first set out.
The walk back across the fields was more problematic than the outward journey, just because we were walking away from the little light that was left : Picking out the frequent cow-pats on the floor in the gloom to avoid stepping in them was, errrmm, taxing. Thankfully we both managed to reach the road without any unwelcome smelly stuff attached to our shoes, and we soon reached home back on the Cawston estate without any further ado.
I hope you enjoyed my scribblings and my pix ….