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In the 1970s I shared a flat with some
mates on Kew Road, opposite the
Gardens (one of us was actually a
gardener on the site at the time). It
used to cost threepence, old pence that
is, to get in, about a single penny at
today's rates. It cost £8 the last time I
went, and that was a few years ago,
and it's still worth it. It's an odd
comfort, for a botanical ignoramus like
me, to know that here is the world's
foremost repository of plant species
from every conceivable location on the
planet, all scientifically kept in
reproducible condition for recovery in
the event of a global catastrophe. Whilst we gaily go about the destruction of the
planet itself, and its wildlife species, in the pursuit of survival or riches, we can be sure
that, when that 6-mile-wide comet hits us and the world becomes uninhabitable, all
known flower, tree and plant species are safe. Under lock and key.
Having waited long enough for this peacock to position himself in front of Kew's 'Tree
of Life', I naturally wanted him to complete the scene by dispaying his magnificent tail
feathers. The blighter refused, perhaps because there wasn't a peahen in the vicinity
to display to (clearly I wasn't adequate). I've no doubt someone will get that picture
one day.
In the 1970s I shared a flat with some mates on Kew Road, opposite the Gardens (one
of us was actually a gardener on the site at the time). It used to cost threepence, old
pence that is, to get in, about a single penny at today's rates. It cost £8 the last time I
went, and that was a few years ago, and it's still worth it. It's an odd comfort, for a
botanical ignoramus like me, to know that here is the world's foremost repository of
plant species from every conceivable location on the planet, all scientifically kept in
reproducible condition for recovery in the event of a global catastrophe. Whilst we
gaily go about the destruction of the planet itself, and its wildlife species, in the pursuit
of survival or riches, we can be sure that, when that 6-mile-wide comet hits us and
the world becomes uninhabitable, all known flower, tree and plant species are safe.
Under lock and key.
Having waited long enough for this peacock to position himself in front of Kew's 'Tree
of Life', I naturally wanted him to complete the scene by dispaying his magnificent tail
feathers. The blighter refused, perhaps because there wasn't a peahen in the vicinity
to display to (clearly I wasn't adequate). I've no doubt someone will get that picture
one day.
In the 1970s I shared a flat with some mates
on Kew Road, opposite the Gardens (one of
us was actually a gardener on the site at the
time). It used to cost threepence, old pence
that is, to get in, about a single penny at
today's rates. It cost £8 the last time I went,
and that was a few years ago, and it's still
worth it. It's an odd comfort, for a botanical
ignoramus like me, to know that here is the
world's foremost repository of plant species
from every conceivable location on the
planet, all scientifically kept in reproducible
condition for recovery in the event of a global
catastrophe. Whilst we gaily go about the
destruction of the planet itself, and its
wildlife species, in the pursuit of survival or riches, we can be sure that, when that
6-mile-wide comet hits us and the world becomes uninhabitable, all known flower, tree and
plant species are safe. Under lock and key.
Having waited long enough for this peacock to position himself in front of Kew's 'Tree of
Life', I naturally wanted him to complete the scene by dispaying his magnificent tail
feathers. The blighter refused, perhaps because there wasn't a peahen in the vicinity to
display to (clearly I wasn't adequate). I've no doubt someone will get that picture one day.

Tree of Life

In the 1970s I shared a flat with some mates on Kew Road, opposite the Gardens (one of us was actually a gardener on the site at the time). It used to cost threepence, old pence that is, to get in, about a single penny at today's rates. It cost £8 the last time I went, and that was a few years ago, and it's still worth it. It's an odd comfort, for a botanical ignoramus like me, to know that here is the world's foremost repository of plant species from every conceivable location on the planet, all scientifically kept in reproducible condition for recovery in the event of a global catastrophe. Whilst we gaily go about the destruction of the planet itself, and its wildlife species, in the pursuit of survival or riches, we can be sure that, when that 6-mile-wide comet hits us and the world becomes uninhabitable, all known flower, tree and plant species are safe. Under lock and key. 
Having waited long enough for this peacock to position himself in front of Kew's 'Tree of Life', I naturally wanted him to complete the scene by dispaying his magnificent tail feathers. The blighter refused, perhaps because there wasn't a peahen in the vicinity to display to (clearly I wasn't adequate). I've no doubt someone will get that picture one day.    
   
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