‘She would walk, skirts brushing against perfumed blooms lining the edges of the ornately symmetrical paths of the manicured formal garden, leading to her own private garden. Here she would weave her way dreamily in and out of her secret places, secluded spots and hidden arbors tending her flowers and later, heady with the scent of sweet peas, rest in the shade of an ancient tree full of whispering memories and lost thoughts whilst she read her private correspondence’.