There are places that try very hard to impress you. Frampton Marsh does not bother with any of that. It sits on the edge of The Wash near Boston, all reedbeds, wet grassland, freshwater scrapes and saltmarsh, and then lets the sky do the theatrical work. That turns out to be enough. More than enough,…

There are castles that arrive with trumpets. Then there is Tattershall Castle. It rises out of the flat Lincolnshire landscape with a kind of calm certainty, as if it has no need to prove anything because it already did that about 580 years ago. In a county of big skies, long roads and very little…