the Cotswolds, now entirely owned by Jeremy Clarkson and the Beckhams, or Cornwall, where insiders and outsiders are at each other’s throats, in Somerset wildly different groups rub alongside each other, seemingly content.Farmers work beside Babington House, where London luvvies (myself included) drink espresso martinis by the pool.
In Glastonbury, a Piers Corbyn protest is watched by bemused tourists, and tanned men in ragga trousers – most of whom probably went to Millfield, the local public school – play bongos.Somerset now has a reputation for being posh and some of it is.
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