We travelled down to Bateman’s in East Sussex. The house is set in beautiful grounds and there’s a working flour mill powered by a waterwheel.

As we walked through the dappled shade of the wild garden, hubby asked me name of the delicate, nodding flowers. They were the fritillaries, of course. He was amazed by the chequered bells of the f. meleagris.

A wide expanse of lawn at the front of the house is perfect for children of all ages to pelt across and blissfully there are no “Keep Off the Grass Signs”.

One of my favourite places to visit.