As old as the hills, possibly even older. They're some sort of fern. If only I'd made a note of the variety then I could relate it here, but no 'some sort of fern' it is.
Perhaps we can send these up to Mars in advance of our colonisation, I'm convinced they are hardy enough not to need oxygen, or even any form of atmosphere at all. Why stop there, I'm visualising some sort of Jurassic Park type thing. Imagine a terraformed Martian landscape with prehistoric creatures striding the great plains, Diploid Sporophytes roaming free.
But here they are, still on Earth in their less mobile state. And confined within a protective space, in the Botanical Gardens in Sheffield.
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