While Brian’s group get down to some weeding in the Boulder Garden my team are off to the Woods of the World. The Garden staff have obviously spotted the potential of me and my team as we stride up to our summit rakes in hand. We clock in at the Woods of the World specifically the North East USA. It begins to dawn on the team that the rakes are for raking and we need to make piles of the dry grass for collecting. This isn’t quite the glamour some of the group were expecting.
It may not be the ‘special mission’ I had in mind for my crack team but we’ll definitely do the job to perfection. Two hours later we have raked the whole field, posed for a Harry Potter-esque picture substituting broomsticks for rakes, modelled for photos with the local newspaper and found a frog. Mission accomplished Team Cerbyd. Hasta la vista National Botanical Garden of Wales.
Although that isn’t strictly true as we join up with the ‘other’ gardening team to share lunch then explore the gardens in the blazing sun. I potter, contented that no one has died yet, through our verdant surroundings, sniffing flowers and avoiding the pneumatic bees. I take the weight off my feet and sit outside the great glasshouse relaxing in the shadow of Norman Foster’s wondrous design. I even had a delicious ice cream. Actually it was more of a blagging lick of Louise’s then Meg’s and then Femke’s ice cream. The ice cream was lovely but have I began to abuse my power as leader?!
