We arrived in London early in the morning of the final day of the Chelsea Flower Show. Although the trip was planned so that John could visit some of his favorite gardens, it was only by chance that the timing of it happened to coincide with the flower show. So we dropped off our bags at our friends’ flat in Kew, freshened up a bit, ate a mid-morning Cornish pasty from a wonderful little butcher shop right by the Kew tube station, and made our way to Sloane Square. After the rainiest April in 100 years and an unseasonable cold snap, everyone seemed delighted to finally have warm sunny weather and people were everywhere. It was a bit of a mob scene. The flower show was sold out long before the nice weather arrived, but one couldn’t help thinking that the hordes of sun-starved Londoners ambling along with tall glasses of Pimm’s didn’t care as much about the flowers as they did about getting a suntan.
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.