We miss our garden when we’re away. May is the best month for flowers in our garden so to explore the lovely grounds at Chateau de Miromesnil was an opportunity to get to grips with our withdrawal symptoms. It was not the recommendation of my garden designer sister, Nikola, which is currently closed, but the notion of immersing ourselves into a horticultural environment was a good one. I hadn’t expected the steep gradient that took us out of the town. A challenge on the Brompton which elevated my heart rate far en excess of Linda’s, whose electric motor on her Brompton left me far behind and Linda with a smug smile on her face. The chateau felt like proper France, the potager, despite it’s name felt like it was connecting us back to the best of English gardens. But our picnic lunch was a French delight with a baguette and those lovely cheeses together with vin blanc and a bottle of beer (Italian) was heaven on earth.