I am among the scores of people who help crowd-source the costs. The book’s subject appealed to me and I was happy to pre-purchase to help see it published.
The Hard Way: Discovering the Women Who Walked Before Us by Susannah Walker via Unbound Books
I’ve been leafing through at random before digging in properly and I already know I am in for a treat.
I am familiar with much of the setting although I have not walked near as much of the territory as the well-named author. It is a landscape both known and new, comforting and strange.
The observations are fresh, the anecdotes and references to the people who’ve trod the ancient ways before give new insight into some familiar figures and introduce me to many interesting new ones, especially women. It’s a book rich with names and stories and intriguing ideas.
More trails to follow and threads to pursue.
Walker runs a charity, Make Space for Girls, that campaigns for better parks and public spaces for teenage girls. Take a look.
The book blurb poses the following question:
Why is it radical for women to walk alone in the countryside, when men have been doing so for centuries? The Hard Way is a powerful and illuminating book about addressing this imbalance, reclaiming fearlessness and diving into the history of the landscape from a woman’s point of view.
Setting off to follow the oldest paths in England, the Ridgeway and the Harrow Way, Susannah Walker comes across artillery fire, concern from passing policemen and her own innate fear of lone figures in the distance: a landscape shaped by men, from prehistoric earthworks to today’s army bases.
But along the way, Susannah finds Edwardian feminists, rebellious widows, forgotten writers and artists, as well as all their anonymous sisters who stayed at home throughout history. They become her companions over 135 miles of walking, revealing how much, or how little, has changed for women now.
I was not surprised to see Anna Dillon on the supporters list. She is a remarkable landscape artist who has rendered the Wiltshire Downs, the Ridgway and so many other places in sets of gorgeous paintings.
This is from her Ridgeway Series where she also includes extracts from her walking diary.
February…a broad ridge south between Whitefield Hill and Liddington Hill. To the left the downs fall away into Shipley Bottom, offering fine views to the east. As I get closer to the top of this hill I can make out the edge of Liddington Castle. I turn back and look at how far I have come. The stripes of the ploughed field broken up by the deep trenches of snow turn my view into a monochrome landscape with patterns all around me. The afternoon sun turns the sky into a yellow haze as the next flurry of snow arrives.
Liddington Castle is of course not a conventional stone castle of popular imagination, but one of the earliest hill forts in Britain, with first occupation dating back to the seventh century BC.
I could see Liddington Castle from my bedroom window as a teenager and it was a common walking destination. We once found a baby fox in the earthworks.
For at least 5,000 years travelers have used the Ridgeway. and it provided a reliable trading route between the Dorset Coast in the south and the Wash on the east coast in Norfolk. Parts of it are still a grand place to take a walk on top of the world.
And here is an amazingly evocative painting from the Wiltshire Series – the avenue leading from Avebury, the Wiltshire village encircled by stones. As a teenager, I thought it fun and adventurous to catch a bus to Avebury, buy a snack at the little village store, and head back home across the downs. A variation on this theme was a bus to Marlborough with a friend, a night at the YHA Youth Hostel on the Bath Road just west of town, and a 12-mile walk home. I may have only done this a handful of times but it looms large in my memory.
Many artists and writers have trod this territory and Walker focuses on the lesser-known, equally fascinating lives of the wives and the women.
The featured image is “A view towards the Ridgeway and Hackpen White Horse from the village of Broad Hinton” – “The Hackpen Horse View” by Anna Dillon.
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Evocative... of your childhood...and of those landscapes which retain the footways and feelings of the millions who have walked the same journey over a long long time. A reminder that when we are adrift alone with our fears many have travelled the same path...lifes journeys vividly recaptured. Its not all about tea shoppes...although those too once held stories We are not alone...and Wiltshire holds so many beautiful views and reminders.Thank you.
Thank you! And I wish I could have included the Nicholsons - they lived at Sutton Veny on the Ridgeway for a while, near Ella Noyes. But there wasn't room for everyone. So please do also read about Edith Olivier, because she was an amazing writer who lived in Wilton.
Thanks for sharing the paintings too.
I loved the stories and the images - and tried to imagine a room with a view like yours as a teenager. Wow.
Thanks so much for this piece.
The house was a classic early 1960s suburban semi- detached on the edge of town. It's only now that I realise how remarkable it was to see an ancient fort from the bedroom window.
To those who have never walked them, the Wiltshire Downs must look such so insignificant on a contour map but you and I know they have a mystical, magical air that can make you feel alone and far above the real world. I always felt that any moment a Roman soldier or a Bronze Age warrior could appear!
To have any understanding of that local history is to have such timeless thoughts. Up there - in spite of the barbed wire and all the trappings of industrial agriculture - it could feel like being the top of the world. Cheers Mike. Barbury, Kennet, Rockley, Silbury
Barbury, Silbury and Kennet make sense as they are all well known historic features. Rockley seems odd. Why not Avebury or Liddington? Still, those who decided are long gone.
I remember that being commented on back in the day. We all knew where and what Barbury, Kennet, and Silbury referred to, but no one quite knew what Rockley was beyond something something near one of the Ogboutnes.
I just looked it up and found this fascinating stuff:
https://www.osahg.org.uk/rockley-memories.html
I also support authors that I like and was delighted to do so. I do it through "Unbound". Tom Cox who started off writing cat stories took to moving around England frequently and he does a lot of rambling in the country. Wiltshire is the county I know best as that is where my mum came from, where my parents moved to when they finally went back. I remember the guns on Urchfont Hill. When we walked we had to look out for the red flag. Once a shell overshot the range and landed in Urchfont but no injuries as far as I know. A friend from BA used to collect me at Heathrow and drive me down and we used to stay in Malborough. We passed Avebury all the time. I did like it there but I had been gone too long and moving back for me would have been so complicated. Given the state of the NHS, it's probably a good thing.
I think you might like The Hard Way via Unbound.
Hurrah for helping to make this book happen! I just spent a day bearing witness (and cheering when appropriate) to a wonderful girl's baseball league tournament. All the young women who participated have played in leagues which are filled with boys/young men and in which they are often the only female player. A few years ago a group of people started a baseball (hardball) league solely for young women. They played splendidly and passionately. We need more female-honoring common spaces here on planet earth.
Good for you Will. Thank-you. And yes we do. We need to strive to protect the spaces for girls and women that earlier generations fought so hard to earn. Sometimes I think we have lost our collective minds in some kind of mass psychotic episode when we so cavalierly erase and erode women's rights.