For poetry fans, Burnt Norton is already famous. Conroy and Caroline are used to busloads of Eliot obsessives turning up to wander around the gardens. In the summer hundreds of orchids spring up on the lawns and the view across the Vale of Evesham is magnificent. Higher up is an amphitheatre, now overgrown, and, beneath a wood of 700-year-old yew trees, a ruined baroque temple – all that’s left of Keyt’s mad, magnificent folly.

A lifetime burning in love, that's what it must've signified to our Norton.