Whilst traversing around glorious
Kent I had time to nip over to Great Dixter, which is just across the border in East Sussex. The sun was putting on a jolly old show of it, and the temperature felt rather more like a midsummer’s day than late spring. Unfortunately, we could only hang around for an hour or so, but nevertheless this was long enough to wet my appetite for the placement I will be completing here in August.
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