Little Missenden is just down the lane from my house. It is a pretty Chiltern Hills brick and flint village, recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086 with a Saxon church already old at the time.
A half hour walk down muddy King Street lane, through the ancient beech woods and across open farm land takes me into the village and the front door of the old Red Lion pub, still family owned and retaining that almost home from home atmosphere.
The peace of the whole area is now threatened by the infamous proposal of the High Speed Railway (HS2) that the government wishes to impose through the whole Missborne Valley. This will ruin the unique tranquillity of this very special environment.
Oh, and they they keep the hedgerows neat and tidy in Little Missenden, the other day I spotted the altimate in hedge clipping enthuseasume, and done with skillfull manipulation.
