The moment I touch down at Heathrow International, I feel like I’m home. London is my favourite city in the whole world, hands down. And I each time I visit, I have a ritual. I set aside an entire day for the British Museum. Another day for the National Gallery. A couple of days for window shopping. High Tea somewhere fun, and a day or two to explore new sights, wander old haunts and do some shopping. But sometimes, London’s incessant buzz can temporarily grate on my nerves, and I ache for space, quiet, and pastoral serenity. A three hour train ride or four and a half hour drive (far more…