Back in 1928 my grandfather was a Scout. I understand that he was also a keen rambler. It seems that in pursuit of some Scouting accolade, he completed eight rambles and then wrote them up, rather beautifully in a notebook. I’m going to post the text of those rambles, along with images from his book. By coincidence, the first walk goes past where I live now, with Frank’s great-grand-daughter. She walks this way every day, in her great-grand-father’s footsteps.