Day 8 – welcome to the glasshouse

Yesterday was a special day, not only did I turn 37 but more importantly I got to see inside Corporation Park’s beautiful conservatory. I’ve started to refer to the conservatory as ‘she’ or ‘her’ because I can’t help thinking of the building as a woman. An elegant Victorian lady once admired, visited, garlanded – but now broken-hearted, abandoned and decrepit.

The glasshouse is Miss Havisham, covered in mould and glass dust, mourning her lost youth, still waiting for her gentleman caller.

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