Returning to South Wood Farm, a garden I openly call my favourite in the UK, I was almost nervous. Twelve months had passed since my last visit and I found myself wondering whether it would live up to my memory. Had I made it better in my mind? Would I be disappointed?

The moment I stepped beneath the woodland canopy and arrived at a babbling stream crossed by a rustic timber bridge, I breathed a sigh of relief.

This was going to be good - great even.