Stroud, Haresfield Hill and Standish Wood

Stroud is set in wonderful surroundings. Sitting below the Cotswold Hills at the meeting point of Five Valleys, it has a rich and varied history as I was told in some detail by a lady in Standish wood towards the end of this walk. She pointed out lots of interesting features but that is for later. For now the walk begins by leaving the quite hamlet of Westrip, located north of Stroud and higher up than the town centre. The walk took me through some very interesting iron made gaps on field boundaries before I skirted round the south west edge of Standish Wood and past Standish Quarry set in the fringe of the woods for aesthetic reasons. Then I started to descend to a valley head as I tracked due west away from the woods to a road accommodation three farms, Tiled House Farm, Stratford Farm and Tudor House Farm. The trio all had grand views of the south west spur of Haresfield Hill which I now had to climb. In the next kilometer I climbed 150 metres, taking occasional breathers.

The views provided for the effort were remarkable. I could not see Stroud for Standish Wood, the next target of my attention blocked the view. However I could practically see everything else there was to see in the local and near distant vicinity. The winding and ever widening River Severn and its famous sand estuary were clearly in view. The south Cotswold Hills stood proud looking back over to their neighbour on which I stood. I had stood here before, on a similar day to today, sunny and warm but the joy of being here on a return visit was no less thrilling. The views from Haresfield Hill will always captivate me. After taking in my fill of the widespread light I turned and headed to a darker place. Standish Wood beckoned.

I do not find woods particularly dark despite the obvious blocking out of light by the resident trees and shrubs. On the contrary I find woodland illuminating. On my walk down the full length of Great Britain I walked through many woods from the hardy woodlands of the Caledonian Forest to the lush almost tropical ones in the south west. All fascinate me, that is except uniform conifer plantations that drain my soul as I walk the endless miles of exactitude. Deciduous woods are places of magic with their large variety of trees the British climate allows. I always thrill when walking through trying to spot birds and wildlife taking part in their daily going ons while I walk. Birds keep a safe distance but are often curious. Squirrels scamper to safety then watch with prying eyes. I know other animals look but they are good at hiding themselves. I know they are there though. Tree shapes also capture my attention, especially as their higher points shake in the breeze. Fungi is another thing of wonder though I confess to seeing little of it in Standish Wood. Probably on the other side of the track.

Emerging from the wood I met the lady. She told me lots about Stroud. About the old workhouses, about Stroudwater Navigation Canal, about many of the historic buildings and about much much more. I recall her lovely manner and I also recall this lovely walk which many from Stroud should do. There is beauty everywhere around Stroud, not just in town.