Halfway through this singular book I misread the phrase ‘the historical soil’ of Sissinghurst as ‘the hysterical soil’ – an understandable assumption to make, perhaps, because by this time the story had become a nightmarish journey into the neurotically beating heart of an historically compromised and jealously fought-over corner of England.

Adam Nicolson is the grandson of Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson, who together made the celebrated Kentish garden that today, under the auspices of the National Trust, attracts several hundred thousand visitors each season. Nicolson was brought up there, sees it as home and clearly feels passionately about it still: ‘I do not own it but it is my place’, he declares on Page One.

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