Here you will find stories and descriptions of many past events put on by the IOG: from concerts and trampolining to trips across Britain and further afield, with a solid foundation of reports of walks undertaken – usually with route maps and pictures.
On 26th February, 21 IOGers and 4 well-behaved dogs joined David on a local walk, starting from his cottage in Stonham. It felt great to be outside, breathing in the fresh unpolluted mid-Suffolk air and seeing signs of spring everywhere: numerous hares on a distant field, snowdrops, crocuses, wild primroses and, most surprisingly, daffodils blossoming in sheltered spots. It was a pleasantly mud-free stroll through woodland, along grassy paths and across gently undulating fields.
Towards the end, we crossed a large open field holding hundreds of sheep and their lambs. I never had this before: the whole flock started running towards us, and soon some of us at the back were rounded up by the sheep and their offspring, all of them bleating in chorus. It certainly felt strange to be in such close proximity to such a large flock of very noisy sheep. Afterwards, everyone met in David’s big but very cosy kitchen, eating Marie-Louise’s chicken soup and a spicy veggie option, and lots of yummy cake made by Ginette.
A big thank you to our walk leaders, David and Glenys, for this most delightful walk and the great hospitality.
The Tap doesn’t hold this as often as it used to – which is a shame because it is always a lot of laughs. Perhaps we could find a back-up venue that is as much fun?
As usual, Sarah S. organised this and about a dozen met for a meal first. (I say ‘about’, but I know it was exactly 12 because I arrived after dinner and made it 13. Just saying.) Then our three IOG teams vied enthusiastically for the ‘wooden spoon’ and, despite getting valiantly close in terms of points, we were gazumped by another team of equal skill and general knowledge.
Undaunted, we will, no doubt, re-assemble at the next opportunity and do it all again.
Contributed by Sarah Sheppard; thanks to Nazmin for the pics.
Twenty of us set out on this cloudy but dry Saturday for an 8-mile walk from Shingle Street on the Suffolk Coast, led by myself (see route plotted out on OS Maps above). We headed north along the Suffolk Coast Path, seeing the wonders of the Suffolk Coast and across the water to Orford Ness. After a short stop at a World War II pillbox, which has recently been opened up for the public to take a look inside, we carried on up the coast path. Shortly before we headed inland, we came across an inquisitive flock of sheep blocking our way, although they cleared the path as we got nearer. I think they were more scared of us!
After heading inland we stopped at the Café ‘Coffee Republic’ at the Warren Hill Youth Custody Centre. Although it was odd to stop for lunch at a prison, it meant we could get into the warm for a bit and also use the facilities. Some of us ate our packed lunches on the benches outside while others had lunch in the café.
After lunch, we carried on walking towards Hollesley Bay Prison, where we spotted the first daffodils of the year in full bloom, a very pretty sight. We carried on past the prison and headed back towards Shingle Street. After crossing the bridge over the river, we followed the river path, a very tranquil spot, down towards the Martello Tower. We then came out onto the beach and walked past the back of coastguard cottages before getting back to our cars.
Thanks to everyone that came along and made it such an enjoyable day.
Twenty walkers gathered at Martlesham Church car park at 1.30 pm – a pretty good turnout considering the lowering skies and nippy wind – and Jacqui Taylor, who had organised the event, began by diverting us through the churchyard where there was a lovely early display of snow drops. This was not weather for hanging around, however, and we moved swiftly (well, fairly) on along a route that offered a surprising amount of variation in the course of its 5.8 mile length (see Glenys’ map, courtesy the OS application on her phone): woodland and a babbling brook, heath, fields and manors, breezy contact with the River Deben and a bit of close up and personal with some birdlife. Lots more too, no doubt, but the conversations were, as usual, distracting. Hungry and ready for the 2-for-1 offer on the Sunday roast half of us wound up at The Fox at Newbourne – always a warming and jolly way to end a winter walk.