A slim but energetic reminiscence about the gardens the Bannerpeople have made as a couple: they are now three years into making their fourth, at their Elizabethan manor house in Somerset. Each one has been a glorious mix of the orderly and the unkempt, the formal and natural and, above all, a sort of glorious stage for perpetual and life-enhancing fête champêtres. No “mirrored perfection” here, but rather a gentle plea for chaos…