And the scent of damp earth (At the Botanic Garden)
I had always dreamt of visiting the great tropical greenhouses of the Botanic Garden in winter. Lush, humid air within; icy fields without: the contrast equal to a work of art.
The first thing we did on entering was to strip off overcoats, cardigans and scarves. The close, fragrant heat left our cheeks flushed. Gold carp and red carp wove through the water as we followed the stepping stones. From above, the two tree trunks measuring some twenty feet in diameter made me gasp.
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