The ethos at Bere Mill is to let nature come into the garden.
The garden sits comfortably within the landscape, complementing its surroundings.
"O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed...
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
The garden lies alongside the River Test and its picturesque water meadows
Startled them with reward,
a flash as sudden
As the kingfisher’s blue on
Mediterranean, herbaceous and bog planting, with orchards and riverside marginals
We dream our dreams,
What should we be, without our fabulous flowers?