It's a quiet, unsung spot, hidden beneath trees on the edge of sweeping lawns. For years, tourists have walked past it, gardeners have pushed their wheelbarrows across it, and neither have realised in whose footsteps they are treading.
It�s a quiet, unsung spot, hidden beneath trees on the edge of sweeping lawns. For years, tourists have walked past it, gardeners have pushed their wheelbarrows across it, and neither have realised in whose footsteps they are treading.
It's a quiet, unsung spot, hidden beneath trees on the edge of sweeping lawns. For years, tourists have walked past it, gardeners have pushed their wheelbarrows across it, and neither have realised in whose footsteps they are treading.