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The best countryside holidays in Britain
Kenmore is a gaggle of whitewashed houses, just where the River Tay flows out of its eponymous loch, a stretch of water which, Replica Van Cleef Pink Gold Ring on a summer day, shifts from its default gunmetal grey to a Mediterranean blue. The village has its own lochside beach and you can also hire a boat for a day sailing or fishing. Cast for trout or salmon on the Tay upper reaches, or take a gentle canoe float or a kayak slalom. do not know, John Ruskin commented, all my own country, still less in France or Italy, a place more naturally divine.And then there Lancashire proliferation of farmers markets, farm shops and food festivals. Follow the Ribble Valley Food Trail and the Lancashire Cheese Trail.Fiona DuncanI always loved limestone in the summer: the soft white of outcrops between pale grass, convex hills curving from wooded valleys, the magic of streams appearing from its depths. Limestone makes some famously British landscapes, not least the Derbyshire Dales, the most perfect of which, for me, is Lathkill Dale.Reaching the head of the valley is a great walk itself; starting in the village of Youlgreave, you take the Limestone Way west over open hills, past Calling Low farm (just the names make me wish I was there) then down into wooded Cales Dale. You can turn right and follow this down to the valley, but better to climb out the other side and keep going to the head of Lathkill Dale itself.That way you get the full geological joy of it: a dry valley at first with rocky outcrops and hawthorns all around; then, gradually, the grasses and plants become lusher until you hear water gently bubbling somewhere beneath. Before you know it a perfect stream is flowing fully formed, the water clear and delicious, filtered through the cool rock behind you.The geography textbook pages turn to show spurs, meanders and waterfalls. Dimly remembered biology lessons come back too the thickness of the lichens and mosses on tree trunks show the air you breathing must be some of the cleanest in Britain. The Lathkill is home to some of the country finest brown trout, too, but you be lucky to spot one on a hot day.The stream becomes a river below Haddon Hall, and you can start thinking about turning back up to Youlgreave at Conksbury Bridge or keep going a bit farther to Alport.I lived near Cleobury Mortimer in the early Eighties and try to revisit at least once a year. It is officially the smallest town in Shropshire, with lovely classic English architecture, a crooked spire, Van Cleef & Arpels ring knock off an excellent second hand bookshop, a tea room and five pubs. It also has proper local shops; butchers, bakers and ironmongers. I bought my best and most hard wearing pair of woolly gloves in Cleobury in 1993 and they are still going strong.Make sure you try the locally brewed Hobsons Ale and work off the excellent pub food with a walk to the summit of Brown Clee, which in the summer affords spectacular views across many counties: Staffordshire to the north, Leicestershire to the west, Cardigan Bay to the east and sometimes, when it is particularly clear, as far as the Bristol Channel to the south. Mind you, on even the hottest of days, the summit can be very windy so make sure you take those high quality woollen gloves. Cleobury and the Brown Clee are less than an hour from Birmingham but you would never know it. You are in the very heart of England.When dragonflies have gone to bed and barn owls have finished vole hunting, the darkening floodplain meadows of Nene Washes become the mating ground of one of our rarest birds the corncrake. You probably won see one, but visit the Washes on a summer evening and you may well hear one. Practically vanished from mainland Britain decades ago, the corncrake was reintroduced here by the RSPB a few years back.Now doing relatively well, this is the only place in England where you hear them. As twilight melts into night and the River Nene falls into shadow, the male corncrake begins his mating call. Its raspy is more froglike than bird. Not beautiful like the nightingale, the corncrake call is nonetheless symbolic though a sign that some copy Van Cleef ring of Britain wild places are becoming that little bit wilder.Take a blanket and a picnic to nibble while you wait to hear and relish the sound of the crakes. Access is free and evening visitors are welcome.The Washes are found at the end of Eldernell Lane, off the A605 east of the village of Coates, eight miles from Peterborough.Sara EvansI grew up in Wiltshire and the lure of the Ridgeway is something I have never shaken off. My favourite afternoon is one spent on the hills above Uffington, at the site of The White Horse that gallops across the Downs. I like the walk across country from here to Lambourne if I without the children. If they come along too, they prefer playing tag under the beech trees at Wayland Smithy, the Neolithic long barrow shimmering with ancient mystery just up from the horse.
Kenmore is a gaggle of whitewashed houses, just where the River Tay flows out of its eponymous loch, a stretch of water which, Replica Van Cleef Pink Gold Ring on a summer day, shifts from its default gunmetal grey to a Mediterranean blue. The village has its own lochside beach and you can also hire a boat for a day sailing or fishing. Cast for trout or salmon on the Tay upper reaches, or take a gentle canoe float or a kayak slalom. do not know, John Ruskin commented, all my own country, still less in France or Italy, a place more naturally divine.And then there Lancashire proliferation of farmers markets, farm shops and food festivals. Follow the Ribble Valley Food Trail and the Lancashire Cheese Trail.Fiona DuncanI always loved limestone in the summer: the soft white of outcrops between pale grass, convex hills curving from wooded valleys, the magic of streams appearing from its depths. Limestone makes some famously British landscapes, not least the Derbyshire Dales, the most perfect of which, for me, is Lathkill Dale.Reaching the head of the valley is a great walk itself; starting in the village of Youlgreave, you take the Limestone Way west over open hills, past Calling Low farm (just the names make me wish I was there) then down into wooded Cales Dale. You can turn right and follow this down to the valley, but better to climb out the other side and keep going to the head of Lathkill Dale itself.That way you get the full geological joy of it: a dry valley at first with rocky outcrops and hawthorns all around; then, gradually, the grasses and plants become lusher until you hear water gently bubbling somewhere beneath. Before you know it a perfect stream is flowing fully formed, the water clear and delicious, filtered through the cool rock behind you.The geography textbook pages turn to show spurs, meanders and waterfalls. Dimly remembered biology lessons come back too the thickness of the lichens and mosses on tree trunks show the air you breathing must be some of the cleanest in Britain. The Lathkill is home to some of the country finest brown trout, too, but you be lucky to spot one on a hot day.The stream becomes a river below Haddon Hall, and you can start thinking about turning back up to Youlgreave at Conksbury Bridge or keep going a bit farther to Alport.I lived near Cleobury Mortimer in the early Eighties and try to revisit at least once a year. It is officially the smallest town in Shropshire, with lovely classic English architecture, a crooked spire, Van Cleef & Arpels ring knock off an excellent second hand bookshop, a tea room and five pubs. It also has proper local shops; butchers, bakers and ironmongers. I bought my best and most hard wearing pair of woolly gloves in Cleobury in 1993 and they are still going strong.Make sure you try the locally brewed Hobsons Ale and work off the excellent pub food with a walk to the summit of Brown Clee, which in the summer affords spectacular views across many counties: Staffordshire to the north, Leicestershire to the west, Cardigan Bay to the east and sometimes, when it is particularly clear, as far as the Bristol Channel to the south. Mind you, on even the hottest of days, the summit can be very windy so make sure you take those high quality woollen gloves. Cleobury and the Brown Clee are less than an hour from Birmingham but you would never know it. You are in the very heart of England.When dragonflies have gone to bed and barn owls have finished vole hunting, the darkening floodplain meadows of Nene Washes become the mating ground of one of our rarest birds the corncrake. You probably won see one, but visit the Washes on a summer evening and you may well hear one. Practically vanished from mainland Britain decades ago, the corncrake was reintroduced here by the RSPB a few years back.Now doing relatively well, this is the only place in England where you hear them. As twilight melts into night and the River Nene falls into shadow, the male corncrake begins his mating call. Its raspy is more froglike than bird. Not beautiful like the nightingale, the corncrake call is nonetheless symbolic though a sign that some copy Van Cleef ring of Britain wild places are becoming that little bit wilder.Take a blanket and a picnic to nibble while you wait to hear and relish the sound of the crakes. Access is free and evening visitors are welcome.The Washes are found at the end of Eldernell Lane, off the A605 east of the village of Coates, eight miles from Peterborough.Sara EvansI grew up in Wiltshire and the lure of the Ridgeway is something I have never shaken off. My favourite afternoon is one spent on the hills above Uffington, at the site of The White Horse that gallops across the Downs. I like the walk across country from here to Lambourne if I without the children. If they come along too, they prefer playing tag under the beech trees at Wayland Smithy, the Neolithic long barrow shimmering with ancient mystery just up from the horse.
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