Long, sweeping gravel drives leading up to large Georgian / Edwardian / Jacobean / Tudor detached properties (absolutely no new build McMansions)
Chocolate box beautifully kept cottages interspersed between aforementioned properties
Walled gardens
Huge hedges trimmed and clipped within an inch of their lives. No overgrown, unkempt privets
Horse stables in gardens / paddocks
The constant clip clop of horses being ridden on the lanes
Large topiaries framing either side of the front door
Couple of filthy Landy’s on the drive. Absolutely no ranges, especially white ones. And definitely no Evoques
People walking their (insert obligatory working breed here) dogs wearing battered leather lined Le Chameau’s
Café culture in the village, along with the usual artisan bakery, organic butcher, independent florist offerings (all eye wateringly overpriced, naturellement)
Lots of National Trust places to walk nearby
Commutable to London
When passing through, you can almost ‘smell’ the old money that lingers
London doesn’t fit into any of this of course, it’s an entirely different animal. I’m talking about villages, and the above is a fair description of my area.