There's a rap on the door. It's Caroline the architect - I'm still in my orrery. I exit the van via the rear door and hand her a rainbow baton we found earlier in the Orangery - left over from a wedding at the weekend. The tailgate hisses as it rises. I feel like Major Tom exiting an air lock.
Kew is such a magical place. Evolving from the royal pleasure grounds into the botanical gardens that we know today. It was to here that in 1768 Joseph Banks sent seeds whilst on Captain Cook's voyage to the South Seas.