It’s only an hour away from where I live. Yet, I never imagined Wiltshire to be so pretty, enchanting even. The GPS took me through narrow roads, slaloming through woodlands, the sunshine filtering between the leaves in an almost blinding way. From time to time, I glimpsed the odd grouse, watching the scene peacefully from a wall. A few foxes, running from one side to the other urgently. Beautiful houses too, some almost manors, a few with a thatched roof.
I left the car in Tisbury, as Visit Wiltshire advised. It was 9 am, a little frost still holding to the leaves. Where now? The unknown, in a way. I fold the itinerary and start walking. Through fields, past a few surprised sheep. Listen to birds. Pushed metallic, wooden and kissing gates. Went right through a farm, said hello to rather friendly cows. I did not meet a soul – a great way to clear one’s mind. And realise how privileged you are to see such beautiful views.
The path takes you down the hill near Old Wardour Castle, with a splendid view on it. Even takes you through an old tunnel, triggering a hundred stories in your mind of whether it has seen knights, fights, royalty, who knows? A little further is New Wardour, the property built by the family after the castle was partly destroyed and you’ll get to see it close. The fields around are splendid, almost combed looking. A gorgeous spring-green, almost fluorescent. The catkins were already showing in the hazelnut trees.
It takes 3 hours to complete the loop and get back to the town centre… quite close to the fantastic Beaton’s tearooms, with books, 25 types of tea and fantastic cakes. A well-deserved treat!