In the world’s largest Victorian glasshouse, a heavily laden trolley is heading my way, one man pulling from the front, three more steadying its load. On board is a tree I don’t recognise. It is horizontal, which doesn’t help, but to me it looks a bit like a palm with a Mohican, the stout trunk topped by a mass of long, spiky leaves.

“It’s a grass tree from Australia,” says horticulturist Scott Taylor. “I can never spell the name,” he confesses, seeing me poised to make a note of it. “Has anyone got the label?” …

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