Canal vs Mountain

Well, it appears to be letting me post photos again so I shall maintain my faith with Blogger for the time being!

At the weekend meself and the missus went out for a walk. Ok so there's a bit of a trade off here. We don' t have spectacular mountains, tidal inlets with sounding whales, or ice fields (unlike a certain place I know) but we have got canals. Won't find a view quite like this in Anchorage: a place where 200 odd years ago some victorian chaps thought it would be a remarkably good idea to dig a long trench and fill it with water. So there!

Route of walk was pretty much decided by getting OS map, identify hitherto unvisited village (Wilstone) with a pub (Half Moon, I think- ancient old place where I kept hitting head on ceiling), drive there, find pub, eat lunch, and walk it off afterward.

Well, mid Buckinghamshire may not be Anchorage but it was flippin cold. Sun was just about out but the wind had come straight from Siberia without passing "Go". Poor Bec is trying her best not to look cold here but doesn't quite pull it off..........

The good thing about the canal system is that invariably you don't have to walk too far before you find another pub. We'd gone about half an hour before we found another, and it was too cold not to go in and have a hot chocolate. Well, I say it was hot chocolate: it was about 3 part chocolate to 4 part sugar to 1 part hot water, with cream on top. Give that to a small child, you'd spend the next 15 minutes peeling them off the ceiling
Suitably recharged we wandered back. Happily neither of us fell in on the way. Annoyingly though I did manage to leave Bec's walking shoes on the roadside when we got back in the car. DOH

Person who correctly guesses the bit of canal we are alongside wins a prize!