The long suffering boyf whisked me off to Battle and Great Dixter for my birthday. An unbelievably hot day but the gardens looked incredible nonetheless. I was struck again by the sheer effervescence of the place - lychnis, coreopsis, salvias and silvery white eryngiums all tumbling out of the long border in a frenzy. It's almost bacchanalian as gardens go. I still love the icon-like topiary shapes rising up and out of a meadow. Inspired.