Keep moving, keep moving!

All of these rooms so far were here when we were kids, fifty years ago. The next part wasn’t: the Victorian-style conservatory, that’s hung off the anteroom here beside Uncle George’s library.

No idea what’s in there.

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Nothing much in the anteroom – just potting-shed type tools, really.

And a desk. I’ll look at that later.

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Whoa. Just one word for this space: weird.

Yes, it’s a conservatory all right, it’d have to be. But I’ve never seen anything like it. Kings College Chapel in Cambridge is about the closest analogue I can think of – and that’s in stone, whereas this is in wood. Everything here’s in wood: the floor, the pillars, the panels, the struts, the beams – even the glass seems to be, well, some kind of transparent leaf, is the only way I can describe it. It’s all of one piece.

This conservatory hasn’t been built, or made.

It’s been grown.

But how?

And what they did in here, god only knows. Some kind of experimental-nursery, maybe? Benches all round – but even they seem to be part of the same building-as-grown. And plant-pots. Lots of them. Nothing living now, I’d say – but I wouldn’t recognise any of them even if they were.

No idea. No idea at all.

There’s that small desk in the corner of the anteroom. Have a quick search through that. Might get some answers there.