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a grand day out

Skived off work for a day this week to go to the Hampton Court Flower Show. We spent eight hours in the hot hot sun and still didn't see all of it. So many National Collections - fuchsia, cacti, pelargoniums, delphiniums, chili peppers, orchids, ferns - wilting in front of our eyes in the Floral Marquee, but the most memorable National Collection of the day was the National Collection of Summer Hats. So many battered old panamas, faded baseball caps, threadbare canvas puddings which long ago lost their shape, half-eaten straw hats jollied up with scarves and silk flowers. Forget Ascot, Hampton Court on a hot day is where the real treasures are.

And all day I was humming The Cure's Caterpillar Girl.

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Brian Sibley said…
I sent an earlier comment - which you DIDN'T publish - saying how much I liked canvas puddings...

This is your second chance... ;-)
9:51 pm
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