When Daniel and I went to visit our friend Amel in Glasgow over New Year’s Eve one of my favourite spots was the Glasgow Botanic Gardens. Located in a wet park the two grand greenhouses created some steaming summer sanctuaries in the cold Scottish winter. So here is a lot of plant porn for us:
It was just like the tropics trapped in a house.
The condensation on the windows made the plants look like paintings.
The greenhouse buildings themselves are stunning, and with the dewy windows I’m sure it would be private enough to live in. Like the Swedish family who wrapped their house in one.
Inside it was humid and hot, just like my darling Kenya. I have to make sure to visit my family there soon.
Despite my back pearling up with sweat after five minutes I couldn’t imagine why we would live in a country that hasn’t got summer for most of the year.
It could be because I was wearing my Jon Snow fur. This is me and Amel, who has the best Scottish accent in the world. <3
We strolled among the vines and leaves and prickled cacti, pretending to be in the month of July.
All around in the lush of the garden there were troublesome marble statues. Like the man and the monkey above, and the depressed boy on my instagram.
When we got back out, this was instead our reality. Haha which wasn’t too bad actually, because in every corner there is a cosy pub serving sausage rolls and scotch.