From Cornwall to North Wales, Derbyshire to Somerset, I have met people working to help people walk and to protect the places that we love to go walking.

The river is dotted with brightly painted houseboats and even the residential properties on the opposite bank have a colourful carnival appearance. Every so often a blustery shower passes over, disappearing as soon as we secure hoods or open umbrellas

Every few years there comes another anniversary of the Kinder Scout trespass, attended by walks, rallies, exhibitions, speeches and like festivity…

Walking past brightly coloured houseboats we snake our way towards the Olympic Park via the Greenway Diversion. At the Viewtube, which will be closing in May in preparation for the Olympics, we take in the awesome sight of the Olympic Stadium

S P B Mais: now there’s a name; broadcaster (‘Britain Calling’, ‘This Unknown Island’, and very much else), journalist, walker, and, above all, the writer of about 200 books, mainly about Britain and the landscape

The legendary Ramblers volunteer Tony Drake, walker, writer and mountaineer, who for more than 60 years protected and enhanced footpaths, promoted trails, waymarked routes, built bridges, and sat on inevitable and interminable committees…

This is just plane stupid, London’s already got 6 airports how many does one city need? And doesn’t the left hand know what the right hand’s doing in this coalition government – one part grants extra protection while another green lights development?

They’re rich and arrogant and don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. They think that just because they charge £30,000 a year per student and a couple of their ex-pupils were Prime Minister they can do what they like.

Since I’ve been old enough to drink my pre- or post- (or often both) game ritual involved a visit to the working man’s club in Britannia Street. Imagine my shock last year when I found it had been demolished. Perhaps it was the irony of working men in Chelsea that appealed to me…

Masca, to the north west of Tenerife high up in the Teno mountains, is billed as the “forgotten village” of the island. It has a beguiling past with whispers of pirates and smuggling…