I would grandly descend the staircase from my room – no, make that my set of rooms – and then sweep out of the front door as if I owned the place. It was especially fun to sweep out of the front door, because directly ahead was a fabulous mile-long drive lined with 400 lime and beech trees.
‘This is my driveway,’ I would tell myself as I rounded the corner to the view, and then reverse to do it again. ‘I have a mile-long tree-lined driveway leading right up to my front door.’
I later discovered that the trees, which were planted in 1827, played their part in British history, their sweeping branches having been the perfect camouflage under which to park the Spitfire and Hurricane planes from the nearby aerodrome during the Second World War. Continue reading Lucknam Park: my very own Palladian mansion for a night