Wardown Park lake flat blue under a spring sky, swans on the water, a red-brick boathouse on the bank, the Chilterns rising green in the distance behind a single mill chimney, the south-Bedfordshire side of town doing its quiet weekend thing. Singles past 50 here often have careers tied to the airport, the Vauxhall supply chain that followed it, the schools, or the NHS, with grown kids in London or up the M1. However you got here, the welcome is unfussy.
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Luton members tend to start at Wardown Park or in Stockwood. The Town Hall side suits a slow afternoon; Stopsley and the Old Bedford Road extend the pool. The Chilterns walks start just west of the M1, Sundon Hills and Sharpenhoe Clappers earn a Saturday once you've already met. Hitchin and St Albans make slower day trips by train.