When the other half says, ‘What do you want for your birthday this year?’ I normally look a bit befuddled and then say something along the lines of; ‘I bought some trousers and tops (without telling you) a few weeks ago, so maybe I could just say they were my birthday present?’
This time when he posed the question, I suggested a few days in the Midlands. This isn’t an area I know very well as we normally whiz up the motorway en route to the Lake District.
So I put down the writing quill and we booked a few days in the small market town Buckingham, a delightful place, on the borders of Northamptonshire and Oxfordshire. It was the county town of Buckinghamshire until the early eighteenth century when it was replaced by Aylesbury. Upon arrival, we found some lovely gems in the old part of the town and explored a circular walk which took us along the banks of the River Great Ouse.
The weather was positively spring-like and sustained with lovely food that neither of us had cooked (always a bonus), we journeyed out each day in Mr JH’s new charabanc (whom I’ve christened Boris). We visited Cliveden, Canons Ashby, Bletchley Park and Stowe.
This is a pictorial toe-dip into our Midlands mini-adventure.