Off we peddle off from ‘Risborough,
Churches on our mind,
Bledlow Church is locked quite shut,
We’re sure they didn’t mean to be unkind,
A bit of a blow it has to be said, as the best bits are inside.
After Bedlow, westward down an old rail track,
Towards the town of Thame,
Ricardo and I gain ground.
Across the flat plain landscape,
It all looks near to rain.
Sharp north then to Haddenham village and
St Mary’s by the pond,
The inside bright and airy,
A place to sing a song.
We discover all the pubs are closed,
A curious Monday thing,
So lunch is had at the Tickety Brew,
A café of some fame.
Finally to St Nicholas in
That styles itself a ‘1662 Prayer Book Parish’
Hooray! We say and enter in,
Having cycled through the marish.
At the end of this good ride, All is glorious gloom inside.