It has a long history going back to the late 1700's and is now a wonderful National Trust owned wooded estate of oak, chestnut, pine and beech, free to enter and enjoy.
The old house is still there and the park now has accessible footpaths, parking and toilets, a children's play area and dog-friendly facilities, and is a sanctuary for nature, wildlife and people.
Our chief purpose a few times a week, when we are home, is to walk the grounds, and to allow two manic dogs run dementedly inside a penned off long section of field. They can't escape.
It attracts a lot of folks and their dogs which adds to the mayhem among the different breeds and personalities and it's the same for the dogs.
We bring a miniature dachshund and a Bichon Frisé, others bring beagles, bloodhounds, whippets, terriers, Alsatians, some that look like rugs with legs, Newfoundland dogs with webbed feet that you could put a saddle on, but it matters not the size as the miniature dachshund growls and snaps at them all. You sure know she's around.
When Steinbeck wrote his last book Travels With Charley - we've named the Bichon Charley - he wanted to examine and comment on American society and its people that he'd lost touch with so to break the ice with strangers he brought a poodle.
Not just any old poodle but an old male one with prostate problems and I used to think that was funny. It's similar here as dog owners who only just meet get into easy conversation as if we've known each other for a long time. read more