Henley has one big draw back as a place to camp: it’s under the Heathrow flight path. At around six o’clock in the morning, the planes start coming in. While not deafening, they are certainly noticeable. After an hour or so of trying to ignore the aircraft noise, I gave up and got out of my sleeping bag.
Swiss Farm camp site has a restaurant, so it would have been rude not to have breakfast there! I was sorely tempted to have a second plate of scrambled eggs and smoked salmon. We really know how to rough it. Suitably fortified, we had to resume this horrible walking nonsense.
A group of us left Phil back at the camp site on his phone to sort out some problems with his impending house move. After a short pull up the hill, through a stretch of woods, we emerged into some open parkland.
At the end of the grassy track there was a huge cedar tree.
Mick decided it was so lovely, he gave it a hug.
Further on, we saw a rather lovely house.
And a spooky tree.
We also saw some fine-looking horses.
Soon, the views began to look like the Shire in Lord of the Rings.
Amazingly, Alan and Phil were dissuaded from going into a pub (it was only 10:30).
This road sign caused much hilarity.
After a rest break at a derelict church, it was onward and upward for a serious climb, accompanied by yet more moaning by Phil.
Soon we were walking through a field of yellow rape.
Over some rolling downland.
Past a pretty church.
To a pub in the amusingly named village of Pishill.
Food and drink was consumed. After an hour or so, it was time to heft our packs again to resume our journey through some delightful woods with a floor of bluebells.
We wended our way through more fields.
To the next pub. Some of us had a cream tea, others didn’t.
After sheltering from a spot of rain, we walked to Watlington Hill for a fine view over Watlington and beyond.
At the bottom of the hill was our camp site for the night.
We had a fine meal in The Chequers in Watlington (our third pub of the day). To round off a perfect day, the rain held off until we were safely tucked up in our tents.