W. C. Fields once said that horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people. Certainly we could have used an injection of common sense whilst pacing the wrong way along the Roman Road to the site of demolished Horseheath Hall. Like that of Thomas Hardy’s poem, Horseheath’s Roman Road also ‘runs straight and bare’ but at the summit were the remains of a landscape Evelyn once described comprising ‘a sweet prospect and a stately avenue’. At nearby Horseheath Lodge, Stanlake Batson bred the 1834 Epsom Derby winner Plenipotentiary, who continues to grace the village sign. From the birthplace of one stallion to the resting place of another, horse sense brought us to Wandlebury. Here Lord Godolphin laid out an eighteenth-century landscape within the confines of the encircling Iron Age defensive work, and here he buried the famous Godolphin Arabian. The dilapidated Victorian rockeries of Babraham Hall and peaceful seclusion of Springfield, our B&B at Linton, provided a welcome respite from – dare I say it – so much horse-play.