There is a little piece of the Secret Garden in all of us, a yearning for our own patch of peace and solitude, with just a few special friends, be they human or animal, and a smidgeon of order amongst the tangled beauty of a busy life.
Frances Hodgson Burnett tried to find her way into the garden at Great Maytham Hall when she rented it 112 years ago. It was then a 1760’s Georgian manor house. Whilst exploring the badly neglected garden, a robin perched on a nearby plum tree showed Frances the way to a rusty door knob overgrown by ivy. It was the door in the garden wall and this inspired her to write ‘The Secret Garden’ when she returned to America in 1915.