They have a garden way up north in a little village at the northwest corner of the island that I live on. It is dedicated to the man himself, John Lennon.
A pleasant spot next to the village hall. The garden is high on the cliffs facing the north Atlantic.
I think his connection was that as a teenager he spent summer holidays in area. I’m listening to a playlist of his music while photographing the garden. My words don’t seem at all adequate.