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:
I like nothing better than our annual tour of the gardens at Oare. Normally we are there in high summer when the colours are hot and abundant. In autumn, the leaves in the avenue are already turning and the garden is beginning to close in for winter.
This is the avenue:
I have always admired the immaculate, apple pie order of the toolshed:
| Charles | Saumarez | Smith | 