There is no escaping the autumnal East Anglian mists that drift up the River Stour and linger over the gardens of Daws Hall, shrouding trees that loom like mysterious wraith-like giants. Then, as the mist disperses it reveals the forms of ancient oaks and a Cedar of Lebanon that casts its reflection in a still pond – as it has for some 400 years – while a blaze of red, gold and orange foliage engulfs maples and nyssas, cotinus and liquidambars.
Set amid a patchwork of copses and fields near the village of Bures on the Suffolk-Essex border, these 25 acres of woodland, ornamental gardens and nature
