AN ORDERLY KEW

If you go to Kew Gardens by Tube you’ll probably find yourself walking from the station to the Victoria Gate entrance via Lichfield Rd, and you’ll find other people doing the same.

I think the inhabitants of Lichfield Road are presented with an interesting dilemma.  Of course they can’t compete with the grand horticultural wonders of Kew, but they obviously think they should make a bit of an effort and so the various gardens you walk past are resplendent with topiary, palms, wisteria, bamboo, and any number of other plants I  can’t identify.

Of course walking is the chief and best way of seeing Kew Gardens, though there is a bus that will take you round, and this would seem like a very useful thing for those who are lame or old or infirm or otherwise immobilized. But staring into the carriages, they seemed to be filled with lumpen tourists who just couldn’t be arsed to walk.

But, to be fair, thousands of other visitors are made of sterner stuff – we tramped, we promenaded, we meandered, along the Broad Walk, the Princess Walk the Larch Walk, the Stafford Walk, the MInka Walk the Boat House Walk, the Camellia Walk, as well as along various other paths that didn’t have walk in their name such as the Cart Track.

And in due course we arrived at the Japanese Gateway, part of the dry stone kaiyu shiki or if you prefer ‘stroll-around garden.’  

And the fact is, strolling around is my favourite garden activity, certainly preferable to digging, weeding, muck spreading, chainsaw work etc.

The place was surrounded by artists and their work.

 

And of course there were a lot of white stones – which are for walking around but not for walking ON, and to hammer home the message there was this sign, a  nice change from ‘keep off the grass.’