What a view!
Yesterday we tackled Turville Heath, aka "Seven Hills (from Hell)". My hiking group had done it in previous years, after issuing dire warnings to anyone who may be less than fit, but I always managed to be absent from this particular hike. And as hike leader, I decided not to schedule it—the legends were enough to put me off.
But the new hike leaders decided it was high time we tacked the Seven Hills.
Hill Number Three was tough, but Hill Number Seven almost did me in—I seriously thought, for a half second, that I may not make it up to the top of the ridge. I stopped, caught my breath, and trudged up, with no lasting damage other than sunburn.
Ah, the joys of hiking the Chilterns. Did I mention the views? And, of course, the cows.
We saw several herds, but this lone cow, standing apart from her herd, was most striking. She made getting to the top of Hill Number Two worth it.
