As we moved through the gardens, one vista after another opened up. Looking back there were always glimpses of the house or its chimneys (or the Silver Vixen admiring a particular bed or taking notes of obscure specimens).
The planting was lush (if not packed) and accented by variations in height as much as colour. Over the years GF has visited many gardens, but few were quite as inspiring as Great Dixter.
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