Usually secrets don’t stay secret for very long. That’s why I was genuinely worried that my “secret garden” in central London would be gone, ruined, or not secret any more, when I went back after an absence of nine years.
Early one evening, I headed for the Inner Circle in Regent’s Park, took a right at the Rose Garden, and followed the road as it curved past the Park Office. And there it was, an alley with one gate open and one gate closed. At the end of this wisteria-clad tunnel, my secret garden was looking more ravishing than ever.
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