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Wendover & Gerrards Cross

Today we had something of a two centre day trip. The morning consisted of an antiques hunt in Wendover. Well, less of a hunt and more of a browse, really. Wendover seems to have carved out something of a local niche as a antiques centre, boasting a couple of large rambling buildings stuffed full of antiques in every corner. There’s also a military art gallery we visited on our last trip – paintings of WWII fighters and bombers – you know the kind of thing.

We visited the two main antique shops and from the second emerged with a bugle; a trapping that is becoming an almost inevitable purchase on one of our days out. Tara is now amassing something of a collection of the things.

A third stop in Wendover was that of the chocolaterie we’d eyed up on our visit last year. Although Wendover is a pleasant town, the weather was biting and damp, making a stop off for hot drinks and food and welcome and, we felt, a rather necessary requirement, although deterring further exploration of the area.

Putting off a more extensive wander around Wendover for a warmer month, we set off on a largely diagonal route across the area to Gerrards Cross on the A413. Gerrards Cross (GX) is a town we know very little about, other than we’d identified it having a cinema, which struck us as unusual, given it’s rather modest size (a population of some 7,000, according to Wikipedia).

Again we had a curtailed wander around the shopping streets of GX due to the weather, which offered a few nice looking cafes and a Cafe Rouge, although not a huge amount of great interest otherwise. There was a great amount of work going on over the railway line, where the ill-fated attempt in 2005 to build a Tesco over a tunnel has seemingly been restarted. There’s apparently a common, but again, it will have to wait for the summer months.

We spent the afternoon in the warmth of the town’s rather diddy Odeon cinema. Although there was a large half-term audience, they were all impressively well behaved, which perhaps reflects well on the purportedly well-heeled inhabitants of this area; one of the priciest outside of London, no less.

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