The August instalment took our three moonwalk geographers Steve, Richard and Tim to the gentle Tuscan-style slopes of the North Downs at Eynsford.
Last year three brave walkers defied those fanatical dreamers of the caliphate and boarded the train for Eynsford shortly after the July bombings. This time, in an intelligence led operation following an anonymous tip off from one of Steve's recent dates, we decided to take pre-emptive action and headed into the downs several hours before this year's attempted terrorist strike.
There in the Kentish hills all national security worries were left behind. The lights of London appeared as a distant orange glow on the horizon, much as if the city had been burned to the ground. And the pies at the Wheatsheaf pub were as home made and gravy laden as if Ma Larkin had baked them herself while being fondled by David Jason.
We even encountered a valley inversion: this fascinating meteorological phenomenon occurs on calm, clear nights when cool air sinks down the sides of a slope and collects in a hollow, while warmer air sits above. Walking through the inversion into the warm air mass is like stepping into Ma Larkin's kitchen when she's baking a fresh batch of scones.
Next time armageddon looms, we recommend you catch the 6.23 from Blackfriars to Eynsford and seek shelter in the hills.
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