Imagine a town that smells like old books and artisan sourdough. That’s Berkhamsted.
It’s a 30-minute express train to Euston. The high street is a delightful mix of charity shops and indie boutiques where you can buy a candle that smells like “rain on a hedge.”
The canal path runs right through it. You can walk to the next town, Tring, and pretend you’re on a grand adventure. It takes an hour.
Funny fact: The castle ruins are basically a pile of grass with a moat. But locals are fiercely proud of it. “Our castle is older than your castle,” they’ll say with a straight face.
