Octavia Lillywhite

It’s tricky to think of a county that suits every season as well as Shropshire. Right now, the last of the sloes cling to their thorn bushes, rowan trees and holly are lit up with flaming berries, while the beech woods are shimmering copper. The air is crisp and the mornings are misty – it’s a great time to be out walking.

But in winter the high moorlands get their fair share of snow which begs you to get out on your sledge. And in spring the floral explosion in the meadows is almost medieval – well, meadows are such a rarity these days.

In summer, the hillsides turn purple with heather and there’s the chance to see foals among the wild ponies ranging the hills. Really, there’s no bad time to be here.

I’d not really heard of the Shropshire Hills until a friend came back extolling their virtues, but I think that anywhere which is declared a place an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty needs checking out.

If you’re a foodie, Ludlow is a little haven, with a wealth of passionate local producers serving more delightful little eateries than a town of its size should boast – and several feature in the Michelin Guide.

If you’re a history buff, nearby Ironbridge, named after the bridge (yes, the iron one), is fun. Or you might want somewhere with a nice pub or six.

That’s why me and my husband, David, headed straight for Bishop’s Castle where there are pubs a-plenty and two breweries.

There’s no actual castle anymore, but The Castle Hotel sits proudly on the ancient motte at the top of town,