A misty November morning in the Welsh hills revealed a garden not about control but restoration — a place where nature is allowed to breathe, and where silence itself becomes part of the design.

An autumn wander through Wisley that reminded me that gardens, like art, are deeply personal.

It was busy and noisy but for a well-being walk at the end of October, it was hard to beat.

From autumn greys in the Lake District to fiery blooms that lifted the day.

My favourite garden? Quite possibly….

The most eccentric of English manor houses coupled with a restrained garden.

I went for the house - I stayed for the garden. Both are enchanting.

House, gardens, woodland walk and beach - what more could you want on a summer’s day?

A poignant journey through a lush garden.

One of my favourite gardens, I never tire of a visit to Holehird, Cumbria.

When you study garden history there are a certain number of gardens talked about that you simply have to visit. This is one of them.