Cambridge Botanical Gardens

Last week, on a beautiful sunny Friday, Paul and I wended our way to the Cambridge Botanical Gardens.

I can’t say the ducks were overly impressed with us, but I was struck with how lovely the gardens were. Some botanical gardens are too tidy for my taste. This one felt nurtured, but still natural.

Some of the greenhouses were too hot for me, but they had some really stunning plants and flowers in them. And for some, it looked like there were tiny tendrils of outside plants trying to make their way under the glass into the greenhouse.

I’m not sure if someone ignored the rules and made off with the books, or if they’ve just stopped using this cupboard, but this was a delight to find in one of the greenhouses.

I had expected to enjoy the gardens, but was also struck by how beautiful the greenhouses were. You don’t expect to go to a garden to admire the hardware, but the old cranks and pulleys and metal corners were as lovely in their own way as the flowers they sheltered.