My only experience of the Chelsea Flower Show was 20 odd years ago. I was at work at the day centre, when the gardening tutor came in with a spare free ticket for that day. It was 3.30, the ticket got me in until 5. I cycled at full tilt across London, locked up the bike on the gates and made it in. Had a look around, bought a Hardy Jasmine for a pound as they were dismantling the gardens, then cycled back home with the metre high plant protruding from my pannier. It felt like a good way to do it.
Another shot of the extension.
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