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Thursday, 19 July 2007


Do you have a copy of "Flora Celtica" by William Milliken and Sam Bridgewater? I think you'd find it interesting.

Exciting indeed. Slightly puzzled by the use of the word "cross" when the species name seems not to include an "X" in it. I also wondered if this is a bit like the Betula jacqumontii/ Betula utilis split/lump saga of some years back. However I am a physicist not a botanist, so I will defer of course to those who know what they are talking about. I guess this is written up in Watsonia or Notes from the RBG of some similar journal. Dark Puss

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