Yesterday’s visit to Sissinghurst wasn’t just inspirational; it was magical. Incredibly kindly, Sarah Raven took us into their private quarters, where Vita Sackville West’s bedroom remains almost exactly as it was when she was alive. Harold Nicolson’s bookshelves and desk are still in the room below, walls panelled with floorboards, just because. The atmosphere was something I’ve experienced before in places once inhabited by strong personalities: there’s a sense of that person still being there, somewhere.