My heart is in the New Forest.

Where is yours?

The train eased out of Waterloo Station on Saturday morning.

The grey pillars of the city soon made way for the emerald hills and fields of Surrey, and beyond: heathland, woods, and the ocean.

When we glided into Brockenhurst station in Hampshire, barely two hours later, any sense of busyness had long since evaporated. A quick brunch in a local cafe, and …