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21 Jan 2021
A photograph of Pat, the poem's author, with the rest of Walking Group (photo taken before the Covid-19 pandemic). She's sitting in the middle of the front row.
We're all missing being able to get together with friends at the moment. Simple activities such as meeting others for a walk can have positive impacts on health and wellbeing.
Wrexham Walking Group member Pat Sutcliffe has reflected on her experiences of walking with the friends she's made in the group in her poem, Wednesday Walkers. The Wednesday Walkers Group are part of our Actif Woods Wrexham project, which runs woodland based activities to help people boost their wellbeing through connecting to nature. Find out about Coed Lleol (Small Woods Wales) projects near you on our Where we work page.
Thanks for sharing your poem with us, Pat.
They love to go a wandering with Tony or Sabine
Through woods and fields and meadows in every shade of green
They stride along the country lanes in every kind of weather
Even when it snows or rains they wear out their shoe leather
They are the Wednesday walkers, so jolly and so kind
But some of them are talkers and get left behind
Then Tony has to go and look but he doesn’t get upset
If they missed the path the others took, he hasn’t lost one yet
At Ty Mawr Leisure Park along the river track
From aqueduct to viaduct they amble there and back
Some walks are more challenging, like the one at Loggerheads
After climbing all those steps, they are ready for their beds
They soon forget their aching knees when allowed to rest
And served with biscuits cake and teas, that part is the best.
Then there is Maes y Pant where they used to dig for gravel
That’s my favourite haunt, it’s not so far to travel
And lovely Alyn Waters café side or Llay
With Tony to escort us, he’s such a lovely guy
There’s Erddig and there’s Chirk, owned by the national Trust
They do such marvellous work, supporting them’s a must
Another lovely place Nant Mill, a local beauty spot
It’s at the bottom of a hill, they go there quite a lot
Along by Offa’s Dike it always feels so good
To take a gentle hike down through a leafy wood
One day at Bonc y haffod, a reclaimed mine or pit
The weather wasn’t very kind so they got wet a bit
It really does not matter once they are home and dry
For walking in the countryside gives them such a high
They really are so privileged to walk the hills of wales
But I won’t go on and on to bore you with my tales
I don’t quite know how it occurs I just keep adding one more verse
And if I didn’t make you smile who cares, I don’t pretend to be Pam Ayres