Return to Eden.

So, here I am, back at the Eden Project. The last time we were here we stayed overnight in Saltash, just to see the futuristic re-imagined restoration of the former china clay pit. It was fascinating, so compelling and such enthusiastic variety and vision.



This time we are on a day trip. Staying at St Merryn, near Padstow. It still takes a long time to get into the place … but once through the doors I am standing overlooking the “biomes”: huge hexagonal panelled conservatory-meets-Dr-Who-habitats on the opposite side of the valley which is now packed and landscaped in every way. We take the meandering walk down, through Wild Cornwall (a welcome nod to local wildlife conservation and culture. Past the Tea garden I remember so well from last time. The poem I remember as “tea With Elvis” is still there, flying from huge banners hung between bamboo poles. World Allotments is well worth the tour for me. The universality of sheds! The slopes planted with hemp next to the unimproved poppy and wildflower rich barley field. The enormous “bee sculpture” looking as if it has just landed on the bank.

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Into the Rainforest biome and it’s immediately hot. Just as outside the walkways are well routed and tremendously well-signed with information and entertainment. The one-time problem of insect damage has, apparently been solved by the introduction of birds such as quail … but I am amazed by a man with a London Accent trying to get his wife to take a picture of a bird he is pointing at energetically. It is a hen blackbird, but he’s just read the notice.

The plants are now so much bigger, it feels like rainforests feel and there are running waters, pools, cocoa, coffee, and bamboo plants, along with tropical climbers, blossoms  and bananas. One tree has a line of tiny ants highwaying up and down the trunk.


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There is music; there are “native camp” structures and the Canopy Walkway is marvellous. It’s crowded but doesn’t feel like it.

Out for something to eat; commercially uncommercialised and organised in a way I have never come across before. A little put off by the not-for-me style of main courses I settle for chocolate cake and a Coke (ironic or what?). Then a faster walk around the Mediterranean biome, which seemed somehow familiar and less other-worldly.


Then the long, thoughtful walk outwards, visiting the Core on the way. This is an interesting new addition and, talking with a visiting teacher agreed that there was material enough here for at least a couple of days visit.

The long stroll – up-hill this time – back to Plum 3 car park and we’re on the road back.

It was well worth coming a second time … and the money I paid to get in allows me to visit again – within the year.


One response to this post.

  1. Thanks for the virtual tour. it’s a place I’d like to visit one day.


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