Up to a point, Lord Copper.

So that’s what the almighty gets up to these days is it. I suppose He has a history of doing this sort of pointless stuff – messing about with gardens and letting blokes wander around in them. And not noticing things like Tsunami’s in time to stop them. “Then the Lord God planted a garden in Eden, in the east, and there he put the man he had formed and he said unto the man, rejoice, I giveth unto you a season ticket, not exchangeable for cash or to be used in conjuction with any other offer” Genesis 1: 8-12

I wouldn’t have a clue. My “Friendship” was bestowed upon me by a Higher Power.

For about £30

Kew Gardens is the spiritual home of all gardeners, and regular visits must be made in accordance with divine decree. To sit within the Palm House, absorbing the essential energies of flowers and plants from around the globe, is to feel replete. Not to visit Kew, particularly during the inclement month of February, is unthinkable for any but the most boorish denizens of earth.

The cost and effort involved pales into insignificance besides the inestimable value obtained from rubbing shoulders with fellow enthusiasts of the greatest art known to mankind. For those that want to “join”, we “Friends of Kew”, known far and wide from our embossed “cards” blessed by “Management”, have free entrance bestowed on us and our accolytes.

Praise be to the turnstile operators.

Crocuses you say? They’re all over the place! The madness of driving (or not driving) all the way to central Londond for a few crocuses! I got in last week for the reduced price of £7.50 since it was going to close in one and half hours. I can’t believe the readiness to pay good money to see some old rusty green houses and trees when we live so near the Real Countryside. Fortunately I wasn’t the one paying B-) Although, I would conceed that come summer time there mght be more to see than grass and empty flower beds