I was lecturing in Suffolk recently and took the opportunity to call in at Ickworth, for the first time in many years. What a revelation that was. Not the grand rotunda of the house, splendid on the outside but rather dark and dreary inside, despite its magnificent contents. Nor its grand wings, one now a hotel and the other, never properly finished, now the inevitable cafe.

The 1st Earl of Bristol’s summer-house, ©Ashley Dace, 2012
No: the revelation came outside in the grounds. The grand sweep of lawn facing the building, and backed by a woodland with specimen trees, and a splendid herbaceous border backing up against the terrace. The rather un-Italian Italian garden with its encircling terrace overlooking the parkland and its modern stumpery, now being extended through the Victorian shrubbery. And further away across the rolling parkland and woodland, and tucked down towards the lake the magnificent walled kitchen garden which is slowly, slowly being restored by the garden team.
So it obviously merited a blog post...[photos by me unless otherwise stated]










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