The main exhibition tent was so chock full of things in bloom it was like a giant sneeze fest. Happily the crowds seemed to gravitate to the more garish displays, which left us some room for John to look more closely at flower varities that were new to him.
By the time we had spent a few hours at the show the combo of the crowds, the sun, the pollen, and major jet-lag made the idea of going back to our lodgings in Kew much more attractive than to follow through on my plan to go to the Carlyles' House. (I wonder if I will ever get there?)
I am not really posting flower pictures today because 1) the sun was high and bright and they didn't turn out so good, 2) there were so many people it was hard to really get any good photos, and 3) we have tons more photos of actual gardens that I don't want you to burn out before I get to the really good stuff.
|These are our tickets purchased many months in advance.Only in England would|
one find ticket touts for a flower show. It might as well have been a Wombles concert. :)
|John's dream house.|
|I think John would have put this stone trough in his suitcase if I had let him.|
|I like the stamp, but this is the kind of flower display that I find dreadful.|
It reminds me of some tacky seaside boardwalk.
One can only assume that flower show folks created this
one with tongue in cheek.