There is no doubt about it. This is a beautiful country. Living in the metropolis with all its hassle, lack of politeness, rush, rush, rush mentality, not forgetting riots, looting and all the nasty things that go on, it is easy to forget how wonderful it is to drive into the countryside.
Leave the the urban jungle, the serried traffic lights and the greyness behind and, in no time at all, lush green pastures, fantastic church spires, glorious villages take over.
A weekend in Devizes restored sanity. Here's a beautiful little town, jam-packed with listed buildings and while being shown the many great sites, our hostess meets an endless stream of people she KNOWS. People stop to talk, shopkeepers go the extra mile, restaurant staff fall over themselves trying to please you. Wow! I had forgotten it could be like this.
And then, last Sunday, we drove out to one of the most recently opened stately homes, Wrest Park near Luton. A delightful house in the French style and a magnificent park and all there for us to visit because of the National Trust. What other country offers so many meticulously restored houses for one and all to enjoy. I can't think of any offhand!
Thursday, 25 August 2011
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