A Walk At Burnham Beeches
Today was definitely one that called for a long walk and whilst I don’t have a dog or any small children readily available for company I do have a lycra clad man with a brand new off road bike that he was extremely keen to take out for a blast.
Burnham Beeches, five hundred plus acres of ancient woodland in Buckinghamshire, looks spectacular at this time of the year on the cusps between autumn and winter when the very low sun sets the fading trees alight.
It’s a blissfully tranquil place, the sound of falling leaves, almost like rain and the odd snippet of conversation drifting through the trees, house prices, the parlous state of the BBC and one chap, on a hiding to nothing I suspect, trying to convince his partner that a black leather sofa would be just the right thing to match the television cabinet.
Just enough of a murmur in the air to let you know that you’re not completely alone.