Now, step outside. The grounds are massive—about 350 acres of rolling lawns, lakes, and gardens. You can wander for hours and only see a few people, which is rare for a London-adjacent spot. Bring a picnic. Actually, bring a supermarket picnic—I saw someone with a whole wheel of brie once. No shame.
The lake is perfect for a lazy afternoon. I sat by it and watched swans glide by like they owned the place (they do, emotionally). There’s also a walled garden full of flowers and vegetables. It’s so tidy that it makes my own balcony plants look like a crime scene.
The Sheep: Unpaid Actors
You’ll meet the sheep who live in the park. They’re the real stars, honestly. They wander around like they’re in a slow-motion commercial for wool. One stared at me while I ate a biscuit, and I swear it judged my choice of snack. “Really? A Hobnob?” its face said.
Pro tip: If you visit in spring, you’ll see baby lambs doing little jumps. It’s so cute you might actually squeak. I squeaked. No regrets.
