Missing a few icebergs, otherwise it would have made an excellent Chivas advertisement.What you need when the fishes don't bite. Friends that don't as well.
Such is the silence one finds in the woods in winter that I heard the hooves minutes before both rider and horse came into sight. The very first thought which came into my head was to dive for cover, and then it dawned upon me that I wasn't carrying a ring in my pocket.She's too nice to be a Ringwraith, anyway.
I think that's the Vale of Aylesbury behind me.
The spot where Evelyn and I had lunch minutes before the photograph was taken.Ten seconds was barely enough for me to scramble up the slope.
The highest point in the Chiltern Hills, tucked inconspicuously at the end of a poorly-marked track that led away from the main path. I was hoping they didn't have to introduce three boulders to render the particular spot higher than all the others.
One of the many paths that led to somewhere in Wendover Woods.
Wendover, and the town itself. All there is, really.
The highest point in the Chiltern Hills, tucked inconspicuously at the end of a poorly-marked track that led away from the main path. I was hoping they didn't have to introduce three boulders to render the particular spot higher than all the others.
One of the many paths that led to somewhere in Wendover Woods.
Wendover, and the town itself. All there is, really. 
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