We all set off for Kew on a cold Sunday morning but Bertie the box broke down half way there so after being towed back home and starting off again in Rodney, Geoff and I spent less time gazing in awe at the crocuses than we might otherwise have done. Although I wasn’t present to witness the speeches, I believe the rest of the party stated in no uncertain terms that they had never enjoyed themselves so much in their lives, bitter wind notwithstanding.

Many lovely orchids. It was too early for the camelias, sadly.

Hopefully, we’ll return in April.

Meanwhile, Bertie sits outside in disgrace.