Apparently Wiltshire has been known as the ‘Cradle of England', which suits it so well as it affects everybody's lives in some way or other. Sir Christopher Wren was born here – just to think of his vast influence and inspired architecture landmarks he left behind.

I have little doubt that the average ‘man in the street' has no knowledge or appreciation of this amazing county's history and ‘containments'; it is both weird and wonderful, surely a delight in this hectic and noisy age. Weird inasmuch as one is faced on all sides by barrows, earthworks and white horses (of the latter the county contains eight visible to the naked eye). The oldest is at Bratton, 180 feet long and 107 feet high, and with an eye 25 feet round. It was apparently remodelled in 1878 when it was changed from a heavy horse to a lighter variety by Lord Abingdon. The barrows come ‘long', ‘round' and ‘bell' and the ‘long' predate even Avebury whilst the ‘round' and ‘bell' belong to the Stonehenge era. The battle-loving Celts seem to have been responsible for the encircling earthworks which are still so visible, before the peaceful Roman era from which we have inherited some of their wonderful roads.