I realised in the night that I had not done full justice to my experience of the garden at Oare because I recorded our tour of the kitchen garden on Saturday afternoon, but not the crystal clarity of the light on Sunday morning as I looked out of the bedroom window:

The view across the sweep of the freshly mown lawn:

The poplars which stand in the field beyond Clough Williams Ellis’s garden columns:

And I.M.Pei’s garden pavilion which has landed serene and cerebral underneath the Marlborough downs: