We went out!
We went for a drive through The Chiltern Hills, skirting Amersham and stopping off at Wendover.
Then we headed up to Coombe Hill, one of the higher hills on the ridge.
The views can be amazing but it was a bit misty. We were here in August watching the grain being cut in the field down there;
It was a walk from the car park that I didn't really notice last year - this time round it was tough. I've had a painful couple of days and decided to just walk through the pain.
That kinda worked.
Everywhere we went January had left the trees bare down to the bark.
When I was ill I would have enjoyed the austerity of it all, now I'm just thirsty for spring and warmer weather.
There is only so much bleakness you can take, although this view of 'Pulpit Hill' was almost like a Japanese print in its clarity.
We wanted to go somewhere dramatic - it was a year ago we got engaged.
And we hit 100,000 views!
Time for a selfie;
It was nice to make it back to 'The Bowl of Warts', which is what Robyn thought I said when I told her the monument was to the soldiers who had died in the Boer war.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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Showing posts with label The Chiltern Hills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Chiltern Hills. Show all posts
Wednesday, 25 January 2017
Saturday, 20 August 2016
Coombe Hill.
I still can't upload pictures onto my computer - or download windows updates. It seems like Windows has declared war on me because I managed to download different software as an experiment.
Anyway, Robyn downloaded these pictures from last Wednesday and then emailed them to me so that I could use them.
We had another trip to the edge of The Chiltern Hills, stopping of at the little town of Wendover;
But we were headed for Coombe Hill - I guess a lifetime of being forced to live at the bottom of The Thames Valley has left me wanting to find the high ground.
We sat eating our sandwiches and disturbing everyone else by laughing a lot.
Robyn misheard me and thought there was a monument to a 'Bowl of Warts'.....I spent a while thinking out loud about the planning application meeting to discuss the project. Actually there is a monument to the many dead of The Boer War; an unjust and imperialist war.
More frighteningly, if you Google 'Bowl of Warts' you do actually get a result.
Spooky.
There are magnificent views - we ate lunch sitting in the shade of a tree, looking out over Ayelsbury and the plain beyond before we moved on;
There are some great views - I think this is 'Pulpit Hill' but I could be wrong;
Out beyond was Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire;
On the way up we passed a farm shop;
And as we sat at the top of Coombe Hill we watched plumes of dust as farmers harvested their wheat on a hot, sunny day;
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Anyway, Robyn downloaded these pictures from last Wednesday and then emailed them to me so that I could use them.
We had another trip to the edge of The Chiltern Hills, stopping of at the little town of Wendover;
But we were headed for Coombe Hill - I guess a lifetime of being forced to live at the bottom of The Thames Valley has left me wanting to find the high ground.
We sat eating our sandwiches and disturbing everyone else by laughing a lot.
Robyn misheard me and thought there was a monument to a 'Bowl of Warts'.....I spent a while thinking out loud about the planning application meeting to discuss the project. Actually there is a monument to the many dead of The Boer War; an unjust and imperialist war.
More frighteningly, if you Google 'Bowl of Warts' you do actually get a result.
Spooky.
There are magnificent views - we ate lunch sitting in the shade of a tree, looking out over Ayelsbury and the plain beyond before we moved on;
There are some great views - I think this is 'Pulpit Hill' but I could be wrong;
Out beyond was Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire;
On the way up we passed a farm shop;
And as we sat at the top of Coombe Hill we watched plumes of dust as farmers harvested their wheat on a hot, sunny day;
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Home: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
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