".......Julian Fellowes, who Caroline sent her book to......"
- note that the Daily Mail seems to have been undertaking journalism / use of English here to its usual abysmal standards.
- nonetheless, Burnt Norton is an exquisite and unique place which completely warrants eloquent description. Hope that the present owners and the U.K. National Trust might at an appropriate future date take it over on behalf of the national heritage, which it so much enriches.
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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.