text: The path goes back down the valley, running alongside pastureland. I can now pin down the source of that subtle aroma of freshly laid manure as I was wandering through Tinker’s Wood just now.
  I switch from the Red Route to the Orange Route to return to Hughenden Manor. I wander through a poppy strewn path that divides pastures from farmland. At a stile, I cross [6] Coates Road again.
  A final left turn on the Orange Route, and I’m on the home run to Disraeli’s home. It’s along this path that I find, in a little clearing overlooking English meadows, a cemetery for man’s best friend.
  The gardens at Hughenden are actually down to Mary Anne Disraeli. They say she even worked on it under torch light. Hughenden Manor is her refuge from the dirty world of politics, the constant scrutiny of her marriage to Dizzy and criticism of her sometimes uninhibited remarks.
  When Disraeli met Mary he was heavily in debt from trying to vie with the landed gentry he so wanted to be part of. She was a wealthy widow, 12 years older than him. She did confide that Dizzy may have married her for her money, but given the chance again, that he would have married her for love.
  An audio-visual exhibition inside tells of the time when Hughenden Manor was sequestered for the war effort. Men and women secretly worked here to produce as accurate as possible maps for the Allies’ bombing raids. Original maps with handwritten notes by the pilot brings a personal touch to the display.
  Back I go outside, as there’s still plenty of garden to explore. Just by the stable yards café is the walled garden. It’s an orchard of apple trees and at least one cherry tree. An oversized patch doll watches me as I pick up a fallen apple to store in the baskets provided.
  Last but not least, I tackle the Blue Route. It may be the shortest, but it still packs a punch, starting with the very enchanting [7] Woodcock Wood. In spring, these woods are awash with bluebells.