One of my favourite places is the glass house at Clumber Park. It's a huge, graceful structure, infused with a serene white light. The space is truly alive with the magic of plants and the ghosts of those who have lived and gardened there. I felt at one with myself when I sat on the benches in the warmth of the autumn sun and inhaled the gentle oil evaporating from the geraniums. Sublime.
No one had told these plants that summer is over. Oh I am enjoying these balmy autumn days.