Quite a few years ago as training for the Challenge, Lord Elpus, Miss Whiplash & I used to struggle around the six mile Three Churches walk in Suffolk. The highspots of the walk were Miss W kicking huge clods of heavy Suffolk clay over the back of Lord E's anorak and having a choice of three excellent pubs to visit.
Withdrawal symptoms have prompted the creation of my own Berkshire version; shorter in churches by one, longer by five miles and, sadly, shorter in pubs by one. But with the Church of England & public houses in sad decline and distance in plentiful supply that's the way it goes.
My brothers and I were choirboys at this joint - Holy Trinity - a church that liked singing and swinging burning handbags.
Then it's a stroll northwards to the last hilltops before you plunge into the Thames.
If you right-click on the above picture and open it in a new window you'll spot a couple of dancing red kites.
That's handheld with twenty times zoom. If you open it in a new window you should be able to see the Clangers.
There are no Munros, Corbetts or towering clifftops, but parts of the walk are delightful. England has some wonderful footpaths; a precious historical legacy.
One spot affords great views of both Ascot Racecourse and Bracknell town centre. From here it's clear why Bracknell is a Forest Council.
And lastly another picture of Warfield Church - a little gem.
Two churches, two pubs, eleven miles and no passes. Happiness.
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