Posted on Thursday 21 December 2006 by Camille Savory
A Brrrrrrill ride
Shamed the previous week, a respectable crowd showed up shivering at Marylebone, to get as far as we could before the next tornado. The view from the train windows of heavily frosted fields was not promising, and High Wycombe was an obvious exception to the threatened global warming. Cold enough to make breathing painful, the first hill was a cruel but effective way to warm up stiff legs. While some applied the rule ‘keep moving = keep warm’, my kangaroo hopping tactic at the halts failed to save the feeling in my feet. We took the 2nd easiest way up the hill at Brill (thanks Mr S) and did not stop to admire the murky view from the windmill. The Pheasant was not just warm but welcoming, efficient, and fed us extra chips.