Kew never disappoints ... but today, a terrific let-down, in that I had been promising Alice a visit to teh transcendent experience that is The Hive - the subject of the final chapter of my book, apart from anything else - and it was silent. Absolutely silent. Not a hum. And while I don't believe that this means that the bees in the hive to which an accelerometer responds are dead and gone, it was, I suppose, a chilling reminder of the deadness of a world without bees. Not a sign, not a warning - off or on line - that there was no soundscape today.
So we wandered around - who can not enjoy wandering around Kew, even if in a disappointed state: alliums; hothouse misting;
fallen petals;
and then, the most wonderfully British of railway stations (on a day in which, with the Piccadilly line out of action, getting around was a little challenging ...).
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