“Cliveden is one of Greatest Britain's stunning homes. It stands on the banks of the Thames in Buckinghamshire, at the end of a majestic avenue, one of those that still survives in such places and along which carriages rushed when they still traveled on earth. In the huge park grew a Charlemagne tree, brought from the colonies in Colombia and shaped like a guest house. Yew-lined paths led to the boathouse, on the ramp of which there were date marks indicating the rise of the water on days of great flood. The ramp had to be doubled in length to reach the current water's edge. While in the house, 180 degrees around one could admire the flower beds and the panorama of places that were previously water meadows, but have now become immaculate arable lands. The other half of the surrounding world would seem like a hunting ground to the casual observer. A smoothly rising empty hill, so that you can follow your prey to the very horizon, trees on both sides of the hill, among which game can hide. Shelters for beaters. Balcony overlooking the park, from which you can cast favorable glances and count your prey. At the right time of year, you would hear here the chatter of guns, the barking of hounds and the incitement of hounds, who were not disturbed by either a fence or a ditches. There were gutters only in the front yard, so there was somewhere to wash off the blood...”