Who knows? But it sure was nice there when I visited around this time of year in 2005.
Misty and foggy (like the weather here this weekend only less so)…
The landscape–in Shawcross, about an hour west of London on the train–was a pallette of browns and lingering greens dotted with fallen leaves…
And, now here was a difference, people playing golf, weather be damned. Myself included, though I was on a gimpy knee at the time.
And yet, on this tee on that day, I had the place to myself, and what a delicious layer cake of a view it was, with that lone mansion and lone tree on the ridge.
Would love to go back one day.
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