Cambridge

After a harrowing dash from well-run train to train we have arrived at Christ’s Church in Cambridge. Yesterday I got to tour the lovely glassed in botanical gardens. Saw exotic and otherworldly plants and a beautiful old arboretum. Next  time I come to England I will do it when everything is in bloom, esp the roses. Think I will use the rose in my art Nouveau as a theme. Why does the environment of antiquity (relatively speaking) comfort me? I love old things, antiques, old gardens. So did Tolkien. I wonder if that longing for a simpler more bucolic life is why his books appeal. Why “once upon a time” can transport to fairies and woodlands and cottages wound round with roses.

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