A trip to Cape Town in South Africa gave me an excuse to visit Kirstenbosch Botanic Gardens, the world’s first indigenous botanic garden.
I arrived at 5pm, an hour before closing time, after the sun had dropped behind the mountain. The gardens were lush and peaceful.
In the cycad garden, life-sized fibreglass dinosaurs were cheesy but kind of wonderful.
A magnificent sinuous walkway snaked through the treetops and allowed a birds-eye view over and into the canopy below.
It was a brief visit, but magical.