Main walk 14.1km (8.8 miles) Difficulty 2/10
This walk replaces the Chesham walk, which is cancelled due to there being no early trains. Instead, you're being sent to explore London‘s ‘Northern Heights’ - the hills above and behind the more famous ones of Hampstead and Highgate. At one point on this walk you can actually look down on Alexandra Palace and Highgate Hill.
Trains get the Northern line to arrive at Totteridge for 10:30 (a train departs Tottenham Ct Road at 9:45, arriving 1022). Use journey planner to plot your own route.
Return trains are frequent.
Lunch
The recommended pub is the Three Hammers in Mill Hill, 020 8959 2173, 7.6km (4.7 miles)
other possibilities are the Rising Sun and (on the morning shortcut) the Summer House, the cafe of Finchley Nurseries.
Tea up the hill from Totteridge & Whetstone station, say 300 metres. there is a Costa Coffee, open till 5.30pm, with the independent Caffe Agust just beyond it, open until 6pm..If you take the Totteridge Village ending. you may be able to get in the Orange Tree. Sounds a bit posh..
Directions here
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Sunday, 12 December 2021
Sunday Walk: Totteridge Circular (replaces Chesham)
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Having arrived at Totteridge a few minutes late due to Central Line delays, I thought I might be the only one showed up. I set off as fast as my little legs would carry me on a mild, occasionally sunny day. There was mud. Mostly slippy not sinky but still quite splashy. An arduous short cut later, I reached the 3 Hammers. I didn't think they would let a mud encrusted apparition such as myself through the door but, having pressed my mud-encrusted nose up against the window, I was surprised to find 7 other walkers sitting sedately inside, about to tuck into lunch. Readers, I was not alone! So I joined them. That made n=9 altogether (one having already left). Three of that number were new to the group. Staff were friendly and attentive and the food seemed alright.
After lunch, the mud seemed to get deeper and started to get more sinky . The sort of over-your-boots stuff that would trap a mammoth. We pressed on. I don’t like to use the L-word, as you know, but we definitely went off-piste a couple of times and had to retrace our steps back through some of those mammoth traps. Eventually, we reached the station. Most went in search of a café to round off the day. But not yours truly. Yours truly just got the train. A day mostly w=fine-turning-cloudier-with-hints-of-rain. Enjoyable, but crikey Moses, the mud!
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