Snowshill: a gate. Snowshill is another sleepy, picturesque village. We visited twice. For fewer crowds, visit its famed Manor mid-week. As we entered, its manager came racing out to intercept us. It seemed that we'd arrived too late, 55 minutes to closing. "By the time you reach our gardens, you'll have to turn back to make it out of here on time! Save your 17 quid (entry fee)!" he wheezed breathlessly. Hmm. OK. That was a first. We'd never been warned that way by staff anywhere. Ta, I guess.