It seemed like a good idea to visit Kew before autumn set in.
We waited in the first explorer bus of the day at 11.00 am, and listened to the minute silence broadcast by the BBC for Remembrance Day. The announcer said the Royal Family was assembled at Whitehall to lay wreaths. The bus set off through Kew Gardens when the gun at Horse Guards marked the end of the silence.
The sky and the foliage were dripping water. It was fresh and damp. In the shadows, under the shelter of low branches, iridescent blue peacocks gathered, and long-tailed golden pheasants with dusky red feathers.
There was a lily pond, with a small variety of waterlily. I thought of the giant lily pads in the gardens at Bogor, two hours drive south of Jakarta. It was a place for family photographs, and a magnet for small boys hurling stones. The pond at Kew was a much more restful place.
I went out of the Gardens to stand on the bank of the Thames, and made this drawing while it rained.
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