Strolling past a lady’s new oak dressing table in a glorious summertime garden, the air carried sweet scents of delicate perfume on a silk scarf with a cloud of dusty talcum powder that blended with the floral bouquet from the beds of carnations, geraniums and pink roses.

Wildflowers gave way to rosemary and lots of fresh mint surrounded by coconut matting, juniper berries and angelica. There was a wicker basket containing fresh carrots, still clad in dry earth that sat beneath an apple tree. Opening a pack of praline chocolates we sat beneath a tree of black cherries to shelter from the hot sun.