One of the highlights of a week's summer course on the eighteenth century landscape is getting to go out and walk around some gardens. But imagine our particular delight when we got to Rousham and found some men actually engaged in the fine old art of building a haha.
Like eighteenth century lords we happily loitered around at the top of the ditch while they mucked about dry-stone-wall stylie in the bottom. "I do the skilled bit, and I just let him do the filling," said the old chap in charge, gesturing somewhat rudely towards his less accomplished, resigned-looking accomplice.
They reckoned they could do about thirty yards in a week. Stowe has four miles of haha. You do the maths.
