“Around a corner appeared a bridge, but a bridge like you’ve never seen before. Everything was in curves; even the fence to keep the sheep out swooped on an angle that seemed almost impossible.
The bridge connected a woodland with a small set of shaped, manicured grass mounds. The mounds, where they met the surrounding ground, formed a natural curving path, and following the path around the corner we came upon what we knew had to be there – a set of hills and valleys and ponds and trees, as magical and brilliant as anything you’re likely to see in any garden anywhere.”