The Palm House is one of my favourite places in Liverpool. My mum and dad used to court in it, me and my granddad used to walk around the park and look at it through the fence when it was derelict and yesterday I was reminded that it has been 15 years since it reopened after being refurbished. I went the summer it reopened and realising that it really was 15 years ago made me shudder but never mind as it is bougainvillea time!
I love the all the different colours and I try to go each month if I can to follow the seasons in there. Spring is always good for the jasmine as everywhere smells like honey.
A shouty family of robins came to visit and I considered offering my last mouthful of fruit club biscuit but I ate it and I have felt bad ever since.