My third day in south London, and as all
my friends (or the ones in the vicinity) were working I had to entertain
myself. But first I had to transport myself. It was a fairly short trip
involving 2 trains and a bus. But I had brushed up my London transport skills
over the previous few days and was feeling confident. I think that looking
confident (whether or not you feel it) is an important factor in avoiding
pick-pockets. One unfortunate lady immediately made herself vulnerable as she
failed to "mind the gap" and lost a shoe down said gap whilst
boarding the train. Her husband seemed to want to try to reclaim the shoe but
she wanted to buy some new ones. I'm sure they ultimately went for the wise
option in not delving around under the train (although it does seem a rather
extreme way of getting a new pair of shoes), but they made themselves very
conspicuous.
Anyway, I duly arrived at Kew Gardens. My
first impression was that there were a lot of coach parties of:
1. School children
2. Foreign tourists
I was a bit concerned that I would get
caught up with these. In actual fact I managed to mostly avoid them, with the
exception of some probably year 7s drawing pineapples in the lily house.
A pineapple |
A lily |
It was one of those days that whatever
you’re wearing it’s not quite right for the weather. I had opted for trousers
and a thin jumper but when the sun came out this was too hot. But if I’d gone
for something lighter I would have been too cold. Even now it was slightly cool
when the sun wasn’t blaring down. So in what looked like it might be a
prolonged period of cloudiness (it wasn’t the sun came back really quickly) I
went into the temperate greenhouse. In the sun I would say that it was actually
rather hotter than temperate. The greenhouse is due to close next month for
significant preservation work and I found my walk around interesting from the
point of view of preparations for this – various demarcations in bright paint
and the removal of various plants to a secure part of the greenhouse. You can
see why this building is grade 1 listed; architecturally I found it quite
beautiful. The best plant was a caper.
Caper plant |
Tree-top walkway (from the ground) |
I stopped for lunch by a pond. This seemed
to be a nice spot where I could watch some moorhens (or maybe coots – I can
never remember which ones have the white beaks) make their nests and there were
plenty of benches. I could hear a peacock so my picnic was slightly impeded by
my concerns that it would want to coming after my food (this happened at the
zoo once). I needn’t have worried. I should have put my energy into worrying
about the ducks who were much more interested and actually required me to
vacate my bench for fear of picnic nick-age.
My highlights of the afternoon were:
1. The stag beetle loggery – stag beetles are
one of my favourite childhood insects. Sadly I didn’t see any today.
2. Ice-cream – I had a little mid-afternoon
break to make up for my duck-shortened lunch. I love ice-cream and this did not
disappoint: coffee + honey and walnut.
3. The gravel garden – this gave me yet more
inspiration for our front garden. I am definitely going to try some Salvia X Silvestris ‘Mainacht’ – it was
really popular with the bees.
4. Roses – I love smelling them. Today I
particularly loved smelling the orangey-yellow ones which have got a lovely
sort of sherbet-citrus aroma like ‘Lady of Shallot’ and ‘Lady Emma Hamilton’. It
made me wonder about what the different chemical composition of the various
rose smells is, and whether a friendly analytical chemist could help me out
with this conundrum.
Lady of Shallot |
Ice-cream break |
Salvia X Silvestris ‘Mainacht’ |
By 5.30pm I had seen most of what I had wanted to see. There was still an hour before closing time and when I was due to meet my friends for tea so I redeployed my touristical map and headed off for the one major attraction that I had missed: the compost heap. Unfortunately what the touristical map doesn’t tell you is that the compost heap is out-of bounds to the general public so I had to make do with a distant view and a poor quality photo. Oh well.
The compost heap from a distance |
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