wooning in the tropical heat on a trip abroad, I promised myself a fix of cooling, quintessential England as soon as I returned. I found it in the damp, sylvan hamlet of Aisholt—what poet Sir Henry Newbolt called 'that beloved valley.' Starting from the high ridge at Triscombe Stone, this 6-mile circular walk descends into one of the quietest, most enchanting corners of the Quantock Hills.