High Wycombe

A Memory of High Wycombe.

I remember passing through in the fifties on the way to West Wycombe. As you approached from London along the A40 you passed a toll house and went under a railway bridge carrying the Loudwater line. On the bridge was a painted an advert for filters which fascinated me as a small boy. In High Wycombe you looked at the shops as you slowed down to negotiate the roads . Finally you emerged and at the end to see THE GOLDEN BALL on the hill and Francis Dashwoods Mausoleumn. You looked forward to a visit to the Hellfire Caves and a visit up the church tower. A day could be spent there and I never tired of it. My visits started around 1950. I remember my parents being given a candle in the caves. In later life it was a marvellous place to try out a new camera or telephoto lens.

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