Training Walk I (25km Turville loop) .... And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Pastry

Q. What could be nicer than a nice stroll on a warm March day in the beautiful Chiltern countryside.
A. Almost anything.
Especially when your tour guide decides to examine minute details of every "double chevron" road on the map.

An inauspicious start sees Pete sat dejectedly by the wrong "triangle of grass" at the wrong rendezvous, but eventually the team assembles at the right place and creaks into action. Mark regales us with heroic running and wine tasting tales from the previous day, but sets a good pace and the party shambles along in his wake. Ominously the red kites circle overhead.
"It's OK, they aren't predators, they only take dead meat"
"!!!!!!"

A couple of miles in and we're plodding through the picturesque village of Turville. It's still early, but the open top Beamer brigade are already arriving to do what people who drive open top Beamers do in picturesque villages on Sunday mornings. It may be something to do with foie gras and Chardonnay or perhaps they've heard that this is where (hilarious) Dawn French filmed the (side-splittingly funny) Vicar of Dibley, but it's difficult to tell from behind their Victoria Beckham shades. We leave the hoi polloi behind and hack our way up the hill just north of the village to the windmill. For film afficionados this is of course the one used in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, but there's no flying car, just when we need it. Not even Rufus Ruffcut in the Buzzwagon, so we have to make with that horse peddling charlatan Mr Shanks and his team of 5 flea-ridden ponies.

We do have time to take various snaps of the team, the rights for which are sold to Milletts for nearly a pound.

Picture from Milletts "Spring Collection" catalogue.

Not entirely a surprise then that Milletts go into administration.

"A man with a mullet went mad with a mallet in Milletts"

Half Man Half Biscuit
Anyone buying Peter Storm gear on the strength of this lot as models is exactly the kind of person to run amok with carpentry tools between the not-at-all-waterproof overtrousers and the not-at-all-breathable jackets.

After heading back out towards the M40, we descend to the village of Fingest lured on by the subtle smells of Brakspear's and the funny roof of the church there.
Ask the expert #1 : How unusual is the roof of St Bartholomew's church in Fingest
- The double gable saddleback roof is one of only two such designs in England
There is just time for a "it would be rude not to" pint in the Chequers before we're whipped from our hop-based reverie out towards Fingest Wood.
We decide to have lunch overlooking the idyllic gas pipeline at Dolesdon. We ponder the significance of this strange juxtaposition of nature and technology for about 3 milliseconds before getting stuck into the butties.
Ask the expert #2 : What is the city at the end of the pipeline that runs to the Caspian Sea?
- That would be Baku in Azerbaijan. The Caspian Sea is the world's largest inland lake. The Bond film with the pipeline was The World Is Not Enough with Pierce Brosnan. Azerbaijan may be the most unlikely Eurovision winner, but Portugal has entered 45 times without a single win.
Pete tires of the pipeline discussion and empties the cooked remains of about 27 pigs from his rucksack. Pastry and bread are involved, but only to ensure that the pork isn't damaged during the walk. A nuthatch is identified using the bird call app on Mark's iPhone which forces a rethink on the nature and technology debate or it would do if we weren't already on the march again.



View from lunch spot avoiding pipeline. Turville windmill on the hill opposite.

After a couple of miles we get to Southend, but the tide is out, so we don't hang around for any TOWIE extras to sell us eels. This bit of England isn't short of posh houses, so Stonor House isn't really out of place here although it's a bit weird to see a burglar alarm on the side. Despite being shadowed by a rangale (collective noun for posh deer) for a while, nobody from TTMB tries to sell us venison.

Rudolph (second left) dressed as a doe on his stag party. Dasher left behind at the Coach & Humans.

There are plenty of interesting trees at the Warburg Nature Reserve, but it's difficult to see anything with the sweat trickling into your eyes. It's still only March but it ain't half hot mum and by the time we get to Pishill, we're just a bit tired of "scaling yonder peake for groats none". Mark tries to appease the grumbles by leading us off the route to The Crown. It looks like it might be closed so he prepares to make a run for it, but it's only empty because 99% of the UK population has decided that it's much more fun to drink cheap supermarket lager at home. The Rebellion IPA just about heads off the, errr, rebellion.

The end of the Peasants' Revolt. Wat Tyler gets hacked to bits by the Lord Mayor of London again.

From The Crown it's not far back to the cars where we reflect on the positives of the day, like the good company, weather and beer. Of course "Half Full" Howard has to turn his urine fire extinguisher on the bonfire by reminding everyone that 15.75 miles is only one quarter of the real route, but it's been a decent start to the training and longer routes are planned, which obviously means more pubs to be visited.

What could possibly go wrong?

For us, we could get a bit warm, a bit wet or a bit thirsty.

For others, the picture isn't quite so rosy .....

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Balguissa Simeam, 7 years old, helps her mother to search for specks of gold. Photo: Andy Hall