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During a recent walk in the fens led by Inger, Sue S. produced a container of snack bars that she'd made. They went down very well, and some of us lusted after the recipe...

Supercalorific snack bars for peckish walkers, otherwise known as ---

Granola Bars

6oz unsalted butter

5oz clear honey

9oz demerara sugar

12oz porridge oats

1 ½ teaspoon ground cinnamon

3oz shelled pecan nuts or walnuts, chopped

3oz raisins

3oz dried papaya or mango, chopped

3oz dried apricots, chopped

3oz pumpkin seeds

2oz ground almonds

2oz sesame seeds

 

1. Preheat oven to Gas Mark 5 / 190OC

2. Line base of 23cm/9in square 5cm/2in deep cake tin with greaseproof paper. (Note: I used a tin 23cm x 30cm, and 3cm deep)

3. Grease the greaseproof paper

4. Melt butter and honey in saucepan, then stir in sugar

5. Cook over low heat for 5 minutes stirring until sugar has dissolved

6. Bring to boil then boil for 1-2 minutes, stirring all the time until thickened into a smooth caramel sauce

7. Mix together remaining ingredients and stir into sauce until well combined

8. Spoon into tin and press down well with the back of a warm wet spoon

9. Back for 15 minutes until beginning to brown around the edges

10. Cool

11. Run a sharp knife around edge of tin to loosen

12. Turn out and peel off greaseproof paper.

13. Cut into squares (if possible freeze for an hour first, then cut)


recipe courtesy of Sue S.


 

Celebratory Birthday Walk  Sunday, 17th January 2010.

I was very glad to discover and join Epping Forest Outdoor Group (or 'Walthamstow and Chingford Outdoor Group ' as it was then known ) following my husband's passing, and the people there didn't disappoint; I was warmly welcomed and have been happy to call them my friends ever since.

I moved to Bucks from London 7 years ago, so club attendance is less frequent, but I did want to share a 'landmark birthday', along with another member who is also a Capricorn.  We thought a winter walk through Wanstead and Valentines' Parks would be an interesting event.

Thus on Sunday 17th January, Ralph and I arrived at 10am. outside the George to find Paul and a large group of about 20 people suitably attired for walking, bearing rucksacks, and ready to go! I was given some cards and birthday congratulations, and we set off. The weather was perfect -- cool, but not cold, with plenty of sunshine.

Paul led us down to the Redbridge Roundabout where we picked up the Roding Valley Way, alongside the river, which was in full spate due to snow-melt and rainfall on previous days. Then over the A406 footbridge and through a few Ilford streets, and onto the Cranbrook Road.  Paul pointed out that we had been walking steadily downhill into a shallow valley; the reason was the Cran Brook at the bottom, which we saw disappearing under the road, having emerged from Valentines' Park.

Jill's Birthday PartyJill's Birthday PartyAfter a short walk by the lake in the park, the Pavilion Cafe loomed, and we stopped off for hot drinks and a snack or two. The park is neatly laid out and has several rhododendron bushes which must be beautiful in the spring. We made our way to the grounds of the newly-restored Valentines Mansion and halted in one of the walled gardens, for my birthday celebration.

Sue had got a large fabric carrier bag which contained a delicious spiced apple cake that she had made. I was given a large lit candle to hold while the members sang "Happy Birthday" and Cliff did the honours by slicing the cake.  Thanks to everyone for 'marking the occasion' and for the group card containing good wishes and their signatures.

Time to return. We arrived back at the footbridge to cross the Roding into Wanstead Park, where took refreshment and had lunch by the tea kiosk. We then walked on past the Temple, and out of the park, making a small detour into St. Mary's churchyard.  Here Paul pointed out the hidden entrance into the crypt, and and the stone 'watchbox' where a guard kept an eye on things in the days of the bodysnatchers!

Then back to the George, where two more members joined us.  We gathered in the beergarden (we are an outdoor group!) and spent a pleasant hour over a drink. It was a great way to spend a January Sunday, especially among such good friends.


Jill D.


 

A Very ‘In-Tents’ Experience! - the 53rd Rodings Rally

The 53rd Rodings Rally - run entirely by the Epping Forest Outdoor Group - took place over the weekend of 14/15 November 2009.  For those of you who have never come across it before, the Rally is an orienteering/map reading competition, over a short course of roughly 5 miles or a longer course of about 12 miles, through Epping Forest, using both forest tracks and going across country.  It’s most unique feature, though, is that it is in the dark!

As new-ish members of EFOG, we had missed the Rally last year so this was to be our first time helping in any capacity.  After weeks of plotting points, diving through bushes (see, competitors, we have to do it as well!) and triangulating our positions, it was time for the big event.  EFOG is not a huge group, so it’s all hands to the pumps.  Setting up the hall, getting people fed, marshalling paperwork and contestants - it’s all done by the members, new and old.  By 6.30 on Saturday evening, with the starters already holding eager competitors at bay, we set off for the trees armed with stories of other marshals' previous nocturnal adventures.

Our tent, midway on the course, was in the lee of a large fallen tree, just below the brow of Staples Hill.  Since the competitors are supposed to find us, we made it a bit less easy by adding some twigs to break up the outline of the tent, then zipped ourselves into sleeping bags to await out first customer.  Owls hooted, animals scurried past.  At about 11.45 a heavier grade of rustling produced our first customer, check point board thrust to our tent flap keenly.  Then the rush hour began!

Between 12 and 1am the forest was alive with tramping feet, calling voices and rustling of bushes.  With our tent flap ajar slightly we watched the less experienced competitors blundering about, circling close to us but not close enough.  Soon we were able to sense those who had done this before – they all approached very quietly without the aid of torches, said very little then slipped away silently.  One team, who had been up and down the hill passed us several times, eventually found us and produced the best comment of the night – “Why does your tent have to be green?”.  Answer - it doesn’t, it just is, and it helps to make us harder to find!

In this group we also encountered our first incomplete board.  In fact it had been signed only by tent 6, the checkpoint after ours.  We pointed this out to the team who replied “oh, so you have to do them in the right order then?”  Unfortunately yes, it’s in the rules.  “Oh we’re from Down Under, we didn’t realise.”  They did set off and we are happy to report completed the course, one and a half times!

They were the lucky ones.  Shortly after 1am it began to rain fairly steadily.  As this was a few days after the terrible storms, there had been some doubt about the Rally even taking place, so it was with some sympathy that we welcomed those who dripped past.  Quite a number of people had by this time missed our predecessor checkpoint and feelings were quite strong about its position.  Most folk, it turned out, were looking at the top of Yardley Hill, an area of dense vegetation.  Had they but looked down the hill, the tent could be seen quite clearly in the open!   We were even accused of cutting down the vegetation around it just to fool people.  Now, we know EFOG does a lot of clearing projects for other groups, but really!  Offered the opportunity to go back and fill in the missing checkpoint, the general response of the poor sodden competitors was along the lines of “not ***** likely!”

Poor brave souls continued to trickle through until shortly before 6am, though we remained on station till almost 8am, just in case.  Packing the tent, we repaired to the pick-up point, then back to base for a hearty breakfast from the EFOG chefs.  Boxes were packed up, floors washed and everyone went home on a sunny morning to get some proper sleep!!  See you all next year, competitors!

Sue U.

 


Attracting New Members to Epping Forest Outdoor Group in 2009.

We are an active group with a core of regular members, plus a number of non-local members who attend and put on events from time to time.  It was felt, however, that we needed to bring in more local people to keep our numbers up and to benefit from their ideas and interaction.

Part of the problem was that our principal publicity drive was in September, when the group was also gearing up for Rodings Rally (in November) and New Member initiatives got entwined with Rally work, and no one in particular was assigned to looking after the interests of potential recruits at this time.

We decided to experiment and hold a New Members' evening on 14th May and had a BBQ going outside in the hall grounds, with our photo display stands on view.  We distributed literature at the gate and welcomed in several people.

As a follow-up, a New Members' Walk took place the following Saturday, following the River Roding as far as Buckhurst Hill. We had quite a few new faces amongst the 24 people who came.  We returned by train to Snaresbrook. However, hardly anyone came along to join EFOG afterwards, which was disappointing.

Undeterred, it was decided that we should update our public image, beginning with the website. One of our computer-literate members revamped the site, now with its own domain address, and more photographs and brief event descriptions, together with an 'eblog' page were added to the existing items, which included past yearly programmes and Rodings Rally information.

It was decided that our group publicity literature needed updating, and this was done with scenic backgrounds to the wording, and an upbeat approach to our activities.

In the summer the Committee decided that the recruitment of new members should be the responsibility of a dedicated sub-committee, and 6 people agreed to serve, 2 of them being on the main Committee.  It met several times and redesigned publicity leaflets were devised for distribution at 2 local public events - the Epping Forest Festival on 6th September and the Wanstead Fair on 13th September.

The following Thursday was our New Members' Evening at our HQ. Several of us took turns to give out leaflets to passing commuters and around 6 members of the public came in to enjoy cheese, wine and biscuits and peruse our photo albums and admire our large photo display. Each received a New Members' Pack.


The New Members' Pack.

  • A member of the sub-committee had already devised her own version of a pack, which was impressive. The Welcome Pack envelope carried outdoor icons, and inside were photos, names and a brief description of the current officers and Committee.
  • An A5 sheet gave a brief history of the group - founded in 1956 - and a summary of its varied activities.
  • We needed to know what interests a new member might have, so there was a brief questionnaire on this, and also how they had heard about us.
  • There were also details on how to contact the group, and finally a copy of the current programme, bearing our website address.
  • The pack was updated in the autumn of 2009.

As a result of the year's efforts we now have 6  people on our books, most of whom attend meetings and events regularly.

We hope we may repeat this success in 2010.

Jill D.

 


 

Seduced into joining EFOG

Seeing one of our new members' (Dave) recent blog-entries prompted me to recover a reminder of how I first joined the Group.

Some of you will have seen (or heard!) this before, but I thought it was fun when I wrote it, and hope that it is still! It might even act as a warning for any potential new members...

Unless Dave just hasn't mentioned the Rodings Rally, then he got off lightly when HE joined!

Paul Ferris

Read on....

 

The Sirens of Epping Forest

It was the 2005 Forest Festival

And I went along to the EFOG stall;

To see what sort of things they done;

But walking and cycling seemed their idea of fun

 

At once accosted by a chap

Who told me about this and that.

I said "No - for I know what that entails -

I've done all that walking for miles and miles."

 

"But now I'm somewhat past all that.

Not age, nor am I none too fat -

Much as I'd like to join you all,

I've got creaking joints - and I tend to stall."

 

I said "I think I'd better go!"

But two girls came up and they both said "No!"

They grabbed an arm each up my back;

Said "We might provide the things you lack."

 

"Because we do lots of other things",

"Well, that sounds interesting," I grinned

"But you see, I'm not sociable, at all!"

But they said we don't believe you, and we meet in a local hall.

 

"We meet there every Thursday night -

And we think that you might be just right.

We really think you ought to come along."

Their talk was sweet - but their grip was strong.

 

So I found myself on that Thursday evening

Wondering if I'd lost my reasoning.

Wondering if I would be OK,

But the group encouraged me to stay.

 

That first quiz night was a clever ruse,

Because soon they had me paying dues.

Was I right in doubting what I'd done?

Because the harder stuff was yet to come!

 

For quite a few weeks what they had to say

Was about the Rodings Rally Day.

But what this was, they didn't quite let on;

Sort of, letting newcomers just tag along.

 

Then, weekends tracking through the trees

Mostly followed by aching knees;

With a compass, a map and surveyors measure -

This outdoor stuff is hardly leisure.

 

Checkpoint plotting is what they said

In trackless forest - they're sick in the head

But an indoor evening thinking up clues

Was a bit of a laugh and banished some blues.

 

And then the big night, in mid November,

The Rodings Rally was a night to remember,

It started quite easy with a tasty meal,

But got harder and harder - and I paid for my fill.

 

Setting out tables and putting out tents,

Most sane people at other events,

Choose a sunny day in the middle of summer...

This outdoor group just gets rummer and rummer.

 

The contestants are just as bad,

About three hundred people - and all of them mad.

In holly and bramble and freezing frost,

And all in the hope that they won't get lost.

 

And what about me, 'cos I went along,

I was one of them - have I got it wrong?

Well, it's too late now - I've been well and truly duped,

By the Sirens of the Epping Forest Outdoor Group.

 

Paul Ferris  January 2006