Well, having made moves on Salisbury from the south, I turned my attention to the west. One minor problem, a distinct lack of roads.
Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads!
The Old Shaston Drove ridgeway... that's just awfully convenient for tiling, isn't it. Except I feel like I'd need a mountain bike. Oh wait, I have one that needs a real maiden voyage.
Once up the initial climb, it was pretty much plain sailing.
Unique perspective on the Fovant Badges:
Short spur to pick up two more tiles:
Main job done.
But since trains were... sparse today, I had a bit of time to kill, so after a well deserved drink (or two - coke and alcohol free cider), I nabbed two tiles to the north of Salisbury. And ended up passing the Skripal House.