Sheffield Park, Sussex. My first Capability Brown experience. We managed to miss the rhodedendron and azalea flowering (as seen above) so it was all rather green on green, but I loved absorbing the scale and grandeur nonetheless. Brown’s gardens may seem formal to us now, but at the time they were wild, wood-like affairs, marked by a sense of gradation or gently meandering water courses and foliage, dotted with clumps of tree plantings. Often criticised as being a pale imitation of the wild, I’d say his gardens were perfect for their time: a sort of genteel version of nature, suitable for ladies in muslin and men to have a sweeping view of their estate… HF.