In the north of Italy, floating like a jewel in Lago Maggiore, there is an island called Isola Bella.
Long ago it was a barren, rocky place, but in the mid seventeenth century, a Borromean count decided to make it into a place of beauty, dedicating the island to his wife, the Countess Isabella.
An enormous amount of soil was brought in, an airy summer palace was built, and a many-tiered garden of baroque splendour was created.
It may be a little over the top... I mean, you have to appreciate a certain amount of rococo statuary...but it's truly one of the most beautiful places I know.
I was so happy to be able to visit this island for a second time.
Now I must leave off writing this post and go out into my own garden for a spot of weeding. Heh, my own garden is not quite as baroque and manicured, I can assure you.