Wimpole Hall is a National Trust property with a vast landscaped park. It has its folly castle and lake, a walled garden, and a stately home complete with a seemingly endless view along an avenue of trees.
In winter the park offers skeletal trees, some fractal, some colossal, and vistas over the surrounding countryside. But skirt around the house on a freezing day and is there something of the Gothic horror lurking?










