From The Warminster Official Guide And Souvenir 1928 (penned by Victor Strode Manley):
Arn Hill, Warminster
The woods on the south face of Arn Hill (about 11 acres) at an altitude of about 550 feet above sea level, and adjacent to the town, were generously given to the town by the Marquis of Bath in 1920. They have been ribboned with paths and provided with seats and shelters. The panoramas unfolded from here are magnificent, carrying the eye down into the valley where the grey tower of the Minster (St. Denys) presents a picturesque scene.
Over all looms the majestic and shapely Cley Hill, over 800 feet above sea level, a detached eminence imposing and impressive. It is conspicuous from all the country around for ten miles or more, which accounts for it being the rallying-ground for Alfred’s army before the decisive battle with the Danes at Ethandune (Edington). From it flow those tricklets of streams which go to swell the Wylye at Bishopstrow. It has been entrenched as a British hill fort and a huge burial mound crowns the summit, from which flared the beacon announcing the Spanish Armada. Longleat Park forms the background.
Warminster town, centred by St. Lawrence spire, is seen on a rise running for a mile high and dry above the meadows, leaving the Minster in splendid isolation. Christ Church looks down on the town from another high hill, and away in the distance are the green hills hiding the Deverill Valley and Shearwater, whose streams also join the Wylye.
Shifting the scene to the west we look over the open Somerset country, and on clear days it is possible to discern the houses in Frome seven miles away. Cranmore Tower at Shepton Mallet and Turner’s Tower near Bath are often visible, in fact the view extends nearly to Bristol. Under changing effects of sunshine and shadow it is a delight to watch different gradations of distant vistas, the sun brightening into colour and vivid details then fading into featureless grey.
From the north side of Arn Hill the scene changes to the last lap of Salisbury Plain, where the line of rounded hills push out in emulation towards the Wylye Valley, each a hill fort with trenches and burial mounds. Their undulating outlines seem wild and desolate, yet with a compensating grandeur, and on nearer acquaintance they are very pleasant, bespangled with innumerable multi-coloured flowers giving out an aromatic odour, the hunting ground of honey bees. The valley forms a striking contrast, with its confusion of trees and muffled hedgerows.