Just before Christmas, we visited Winchester. The last of the orange and yellow leaves were falling and the air was crisp and chilly as Triona, Pipen the dog, and I wandered around the National Trust trail there. Her brother runs a boarding house in Winchester, where we stayed. Each morning we woke up to a stunning view of the town from the four-story manor and enjoyed walks through the campus there. A treasure was finding graffiti from the 1600’s, undoubtedly done by some mischievous boys on the walls of the school. Such a beautiful little town this is! It felt so good to get out of London and just enjoy open space.