Janet Clow writes: Despite a slightly unpromising weather forecast, the early drizzle had stopped by the time ten
walkers met at Princes Risborough station. A chilly wind battled it out with occasional glimpses of
sunshine as the day went on. We had a pause in the little village of Horsenden (no hill) to look at the
tiny fifteenth century church, where a profusion of primroses lit up the graveyard. (Photo 1) Then
on via field paths, muddy and slippery enough to claim one victim, to Saunderton. We tackled the
hill up to Loosley Row, where a small tucked-away burial ground provided us with a quiet spot and a
couple of benches for an early lunch.
After admiring Lacey Green windmill, we continued into the grounds of an equestrian centre. Things
were going smoothly until we found our onward route into a field blocked by a large black horse,
which had appointed itself guardian of the gate – and it soon became apparent that no amount of
amateur horse-whispering was going to shift it. One walker diverted to the road and met up with us
further along the route. The rest all got past unscathed, either sidling round in front of the horse’s
head or ducking under its neck. (Photo 2) We continued via beech woods to emerge on the summit
of Whiteleaf Hill, from which we briefly surveyed Princes Risborough and its surroundings, before
the gusting wind chased us off down the hill into town.
Despite a few evening engagements, everyone had enough time to visit Janet and Martin’s new
home and relax for a while with a hot drink and some cake. (Photo 3) Thank you all for your excellent
company and photo contributions.
And Deborah has sent a couple of photos:
