If you love gardens, yes, absolutely. It’s like being inside a Dior couture show, but with dirt. If you’re just going because your Instagram feed needs content? Maybe not. You’ll be surrounded by people in floral dresses who can name every Latin species, and you’ll get a sunburn on your phone screen.
But here’s the irony: the best part is free. The conversations with strangers, the smell of wet soil, and the moment you see a 10-foot weeping willow and forget you paid £70. That’s the magic. The price? Just the tax for a day in paradise.
So, how much are the tickets? Enough to make you flinch, but not enough to miss out. Book early, pack a cheese scone, and remember: you’re paying for the story, not just the flowers. And Aunt Brenda? She went, bought a ridiculously expensive lavender bush, and now gives unsolicited advice to everyone on their “soil acidity.” Totally worth it.
