On Sunday, as the humidity of the summer soaked into our bones, we walked around the walled kitchen garden at Attingham Park, a Georgian estate owned by the National Trust, not far from Shrewsbury. Inside the garden there is a strange, skeletal sculpture of a female form, her skirts being taken over slowly by curling tendrils of sweet peas.
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