
No wonder the small village of Turville is so popular as a location for film and television.
It lies on a quiet lane and sits perfectly in an isolated valley and all views in and out of it are charming.
I'd arrived under grey cloud but just in time to get a pint before the pub shut at 3pm (it keeps traditional hours). I'd planned to arrange my lift from here, hence the pint, but the sun came out again so I had the chance to dash around the village with my camera before continuing on to the nearby village of Fingest around the shoulder of the hill.
I usually approach Turville from Cobstone Windmill - in the centre of the image - but that descent down the hillside is not for the faint hearted; slippery and steep enough to be almost a 'bottom shuffle'. My first challenging walk of the season, I was trying out my knees that had recently become slightly painful, so had found an alternative path from the ridge top village of Ibstone that descends the hillside diagonally.
My knees, I'm glad to report seem much better. Perhaps doing deep squats with weights 2 or 3 times a week at the age of 66 was not a good idea after all! Still do them occasionally though, sheer vanity, can't help myself being an idiot!