A photograph of one of my favorite places.

Last year I was in England and on the Continent for about three months and I got to visit Saint Hill three times -- starting in early April and ending in June.

Boy is that the greatest place.

Living in LA as I do, being able to walk in the gardens at Saint Hill in the very early morning - to hear the birdsong, take in the smell and color and stillness of an English morning - it's heaven.

But it's not just England. There is something so special about Saint Hill. After all, it was Ron's home, and you can still feel s presence there.