My first visit to the Chilterns almost certainly goes back to the days when I was at a very tender age and my father used to take me with him on his various business trips around the country. On one occasion, we travelled to High Wycombe. I have a surprisingly vivid memory of the company's car being parked in front of a tall railway viaduct, which I now know to have been Frogmoor viaduct, and beside it was a poster promoting the benefits of drinking milk.

The day before I am writing this I made a special journey back to the same location, curious to see how it has changed over the decades since I was last there. Unsurprisingly, it has changed quite a lot. Since the original road was re-routed it has been narrowed and turned into a mere access road. A large building stands over the point where I was sitting in the car and the buildings beyond the railway are all new. The first time I was there, double yellow lines on roads didn't exist. But, importantly, the viaduct is still there and intact. And because of that, so is my memory. November 2016
Author: C Ormonde