On Sunday a post foot surgery goal was achieved. Celia and I went for a walk in the Chilterns under blue skies. It wasn’t a particularly long walk, but we took our time and savoured each moment. I used to walk with the Ramblers which I loved. But there was little opportunity to stop and gaze as we did on Sunday as Red Kites flew above us. They didn’t seem to be hunting as they surfed the thermals, wheeling and banking with extraordinary grace. I’ve never seen Red Kites before. This was special. We saw them first as we walked up a hill where sheep grazed. A ram stared at us, he was very bold but did not approach. Maybe if we had been between him and some lambs it would have been a different story. Halfway up the hill Celia said she was going to turn to look at the view. At first we puzzled about some strange square patches in a field on a hill across the valley. Then we saw the birds.
But I’m jumping ahead of myself. We took the Metropolitan line to the walk’s start then climbed a hill to cross a common. My morning coffee was increasingly making me need a toilet. The dog walkers were out in force. There were clumps of trees but no public toilets. On the far side of the common there was a cricket ground and pavilion. I wondered if there might be toilets there. Celia thought not, this not being the cricket season. But a door stood open, so I thought someone might let us in. It turned out to be a delightful café, a community venture, dog friendly, clean, welcoming and with very good loos. I bought a slice of cake to celebrate. I should have taken a picture. Crossing the road, we entered the Chorleywood House Estate.
It has rained a great deal in recent weeks. The legs of dogs we met were mud up to the oxters. Soon our boots were similarly coated. We walked through woodland and into fields. No cows in this one, but someone was speaking up for them.
Near Sarratt Mill, some dogs were rinsing their trousers. I enjoyed the explanation of a cock horse on the information board. Finally the nursery rhyme made sense.
Then up this hill where we saw the first red kites, before we arrived at the church where primroses, the first I’ve seen this year, grew by the wall.
We enjoyed our respective packed lunches on a sunny bench, looking across to a row of attractive terrace houses built in 1821. The post box must have been added later. It’s from the reign of Queen Victoria, and she didn’t come to the throne until 1837.
The church was open so we looked inside. The pulpit was what caught my attention most. It is thought to be Jacobean and from when James I of England, aka James VI of Scotland, decreed all churches should have pulpits. Hence the thistle. There was also a wall painting dating from around 1370 and other interesting features.
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