There is a most beautiful old farm-house, with great thatched barns and old stumps of oak trees, like that of Skelton, one field off.

The charm of the place to me is that almost every field is intersected (as alas is ours) by one or more foot-paths.
I never saw so many walks in any other county.

The country is extraordinarily rural and quiet with narrow lanes and high hedges and hardly any ruts.

It is really surprising to think London is only 16 miles off.

The house stands very badly, close to a tiny lane and near another man's field.