To Kew a few days ago. It was falling leaves, squirrels manically preparing for hibernation, a woodpecker or two, chestnuts on the ground, long shadows – and these Rudbeckia, some of the last flowers to leave the summer party. They remind me a little of young celebs exiting West End clubs at three in the morning, the pictures of which one sees in the free-sheets, only the flowers wear their smudged mascara and crumpled dresses rather more elegantly.
And this detail on the outside of the Temperate House:
The angle is peculiar because, being shorter rather than taller, I was looking up at it. A step ladder might have been useful but who wants to lug a step ladder around Kew when there are important things like lemon drizzle cake to be had in the tea room.