Having put off trekking out to the Botanic Gardens at Kew all summer on the basis that we'd wait until it was a nice day, we eventually decided that a rainy Sunday in October when the District Line was part-closed was the optimum time to go. Obviously. To deal with having to catch a bus and the tube we stocked up on provisions as though we were going to Everest Base Camp rather than Zone 2 and I held on to my carrier bag of kitkats and sweaty pears like a kid on a school trip.
I really wanted to see the David Nash sculpture exhibition, having seen it looking awesome in posters on the Underground. The reality was mostly less than the posters with the sculptures somehow smaller and less dramatic. The exception was the cork pyre, alone in a conservatory, looking ready for some kind of wicker man sacrifice.
But the rest of it was perfect. I love the big glass houses - something about all that white cast iron peeling and rusting and slowly being overgrown by vines. I like overgrown things. Plus despite the crappy weather it turns out Autumn really is a good time to visit as the leaves are turning and you can take weird moody photos and make like you're cool. PA brought his camera so for once you're spared my iphotography.
photos mostly by PA
and how do me and G layer hats and cardigans? awesomely, I think.