The traffic came to a grinding halt on the approach to Stonehenge.
Four and a half hours later I arrived at my destination, in the depths of the Somerset countryside. It was a beautiful afternoon, so my brother and I took the two dogs for a walk, skirting around the edge of the village, and through the cider apple orchards, heavy with fruit.
We stopped and leant on a gate, looking north, to the famous Glastonbury Festival site. It is hard to imagine that most of the area you see in the photo below, plus a further stretch behind the trees on the left, becomes host to a small tented town, with 19 stages, which appears and then disappears, within the space of three weeks.
Another garden surprise was in store for me. A very short distance from my brother's new home, there is a highly sophisticated and exclusive art gallery. Actually it's a bit more than an art gallery, best explained by their website http://www.hauserwirthsomerset.com Hauser and Wirth have galleries in New York, Zurich and London. How on earth they landed in rural Somerset escapes me, but the bit that interested me most was this :
Another Piet Oudolph garden, quite newly planted and rather lovely.