In seasons past, Christopher Bailey's performed all kinds of meteorological miracles at his Kensington Gardens-set shows. Models have been showered with rain, with snow, even with flurries of flower petals. But today, as Burberry's CEO, he went one better - he managed to provide brilliant sunshine.
The combination of heat, blue skies, long grass and an open air, clear roofed tent made for a surreal yet idyllic setting. And Bailey's always been attracted to the idea of English idylls - whether it be the sedate romance of Bloomsbury, or the rugged solitude of Yorkshire. Today, he was inspired by the late, legendary travel writer Bruce Chatwin - a man who split his life between writing about Britain, and writing about places like Australia and Patagonia, which were as far away from England as he could get.
Bailey's England is a faraway place, too: a world of lanky, androgynous boys in long, drooping layers, clutching folios and satchels and sheltering from the sun beneath floppy brimmed bucket hats. Fluid calligraphy and silhouetted castle prints evoked the dreamy, introverted patriotism of England between the wars - a concept that Bailey realised in characteristic textures and tones: suedes, soft leathers and fine wools, in drowsy shades of raspberry, moss, ochre and bronze - with painterly jolts of teal, lime and kingfisher blue.
It doesn't matter, in the end, that Burberry's England is faraway - or that it isn't real. It's an England, and an Englishness, that the world aspires to - especially in the haze of a golden midsummer's afternoon.