I took this photo out my upstairs window a few minutes ago.
I can't help but think, though I have not yet looked it up, that we must be at a considerably higher latitude here than in Tranna. It gets light out extremely early and has been doing so since May.
I was awake this morning at 4:20 am and it was light and the birds were singing.
When my Uncle drove me in early May to the Liverpool airport to catch a 6:30 am flight, it was light out by the time we were on the highway past Chester and broad daylight when he dropped me off at five.
No one else thinks this is weird.
I think it is to England's extremely long hours of daylight, in addition to the mild and damp weather and abundant natural fertilisers, that we can attribute the beauty of the gardens.