Firstly, let’s address the obvious – I suck at maintaining a blog. Life has been a bit of a juggle as of late, but ‘better late than never’ will always be words to live by.
Four sundays ago (that was when I began this post. It has now been six. Six Sunday’s ago…) I was sat at home with no company, an evening shift at work and time to kill. It occurred to me that this would be the perfect opportunity to FINALLY visit the longly anticipated Barbican Conservatory. For those not familiar, The Barbican Centre is ‘Europe’s largest multi-arts and conference venue’; an urban hub for creatives. It looks like a post-apocalyptic ‘nature reclaims the city’ kind of scene.
Lost in the centre of it all is this beautiful conservatory, the second largest in London (Losing only to Kew, but without the hour long journey and £15 entry fee. So who’s the real winner?). It’s brimming with colourful and curious plantation, bizarre exotic life forms and it has an awesome Arid house boasting cacti in every imaginable shape and size. With two huge sectors to explore, so many different levels to climb and over 2,000 species of plant to see, it’s impossible to be bored.
If I could better handle the humidity (a constant 20ºC heat when you’re almost albino and forever wearing 5 layers can be challenging,) I would’ve easily whiled away the whole day there. So many smart people had brought along picnics and beverages, which is definitely how I intend to do it next time. It’s the perfect escape for every Londoner who is growing a little tried of traffic and smog.
As much as I want to write more, the brilliance of this place can really only be justified through experience; instead I’ve overloaded on pictures I took whilst there. If you next come to London and want to boycott the cliche London Eye trip, definitely pay this a visit.