Phone in hand. I extend my arm through a sea of pink petals and press the red button.
She, having realised what I was trying, takes off and land on another flower, out of my reach.
It was my fault, my approach was impolite. ‘Excuse me, Your Highness’, I should have said, ‘Would you mind if I keep a memory of your beauty?’.
Life is what you breath in the National Botanic Gardens in Dublin. Acres of colourful flowers growing on perfectly mowed lawns, carnivore – some terrifying – plants and a glasshouse in which a South American environment is reproduced are some of the features one can find in the Gardens.
It’s free. Don’t even think about not visiting it.