One of the great things about living near Chelsea is the flower show each summer. And you don’t have to go to the thing to enjoy it, in fact it’s actually better if you don’t – unless you’re one of the privileged few who get to go on the Monday when there are fewer people and I believe you’re even allowed to walk on the gardens.
If you go as a regular punter, it’s like opening time at a country jumble sale and you’re stuck behind the ropes trying to view the gardens beneath someone’s armpit.
I worked there one year and was quite relieved to be on the safe side of the rope for a few hours while people tried to grab my leaflets and ask me over and over what “that plant there” was. (It was Alchemilla mollis.)
No, it’s much better to watch the shenanigans on tv and take a walk round Chelsea and Pimlico instead and see what sort of effort the local shops have made to mark the occasion.
This giant flower outside Cartier on Sloane Street is my favourite this year.