London Marylebone (08:30 hrs)
A promising looking day lay ahead, the Ford-cast predicted clear skies and cool temperatures, perfect for the hike we were all about to embark upon. Corralling the year 10 collective was surprisingly easy (perhaps a sign of their eagerness), and it was not long before we set off for Princes Risborough a small village near Aylesbury, where we would begin our hike.
With minimal impact upon the general public, with our hefty packs full of what seemed to consist mainly of tent poles and spaghetti sauce, we boarded the train. Mr. Pinel distributed the maps and compasses everyone would have to use to find our way to the campsite. The two groups were instructed they had the whole day to make it to the campsite, so there was no need to rush or make any rash navigational decisions…this was immediately disregarded but more on that later.
Princes Risborough Station (10:15 hrs more or less)
A few snacks down and backpacks adjusted several times we all began our journey across The Chilterns, a series of rolling chalk hills and footpaths made for some fantastic scenery and a nice break from the consistent buzz of London life (in my opinion anyway). Once everyone had calmed down about the lack of phone reception and the potential loss of snapchat streaks (It’s an app Mr. Pinel) the pupils settled into the walk, and began to demonstrate their map reading skills, which were surprisingly good when prompted a little.
Still this did not hold back an intense sense of déjà vu as we walked past a house Mr. Ford and I noticed we had seen before and after another prompt that perhaps they should take their bearings we eventually found our way back to the trail.
The afternoon had some steep ascents on the agenda and after a long day of hiking, the campsite was the only thing on the pupil’s minds, as we slowly approached the site everyone’s backpacks became significantly heavier, despite the almost constant snacking from the boys it was clear if we didn’t arrive soon we could have a revolt on our hands. Mr. Ford and I were not looking to have a William Golding-esque situation to deal with.
Bella Vista Camping (17:29 hrs)
With a couple of mapping errors under our belt we finally arrived at the campsite, much to the elation of the other group who had arrived and set up their tents already (Rumour has it our group had proclaimed they would arrive with ease hours before them for a few weeks) after a sit down in the field with our
A great deal of food had been brought along for the trip, a special mention goes out to Yacob who had brought along four packs of meatballs and to Andre’s seemingly endless supply of pain au chocolates. I now realised why each bag had weighed almost the same as the pupil’s carrying them.
The morning after (07:00 hrs)
Sharing a tent with self-proclaimed heavy sleeper Mr. Ford and habitual fidget Mr. Pinel was a great joy and I awoke feeling rested, prepared for another day of hiking, I had promised to walk with the other group today and was
Breakfast ranged from a full fried breakfast cooked on our camping stoves, to an entire selection pack of cereals. It was clear everyone knew they needed the energy to make it back to the station today. The groups had switched their routes back so would be walking an unknown path on this day. Yesterday’s map reading hiccups had been remembered and clearly the desire to blaze a trail into the unknown had been diminished somewhat.