Train to nowhere

Brigid and I took the tube to Epping, the end of the Central line.

A nice couple we met in a garden centre drove us to a bit of forest so that we could make our way back to another train station.

Whilst taking the next photo we realised there were 2 men having a rather enjoyable time and as they noticed we had seen, immediately one marched off to the right and the other one (who had no shirt on) to the left. We saw the topless man again and he was hiding in the rushes; occasionally he stood up and when he saw us looking he would slowly lower himself back down again until he eventually got fed up and walked off in the same direction as the first man. Very weird.

Oh Dear. This reminds me of the tree in Harry Potter...

The Whomping Willow is a very valuable, very violent species of magical plant. Whomping Willows attach anyone and anything that comes within reach of its branches. The limbs of the plant function as arms.

Bugwatch...

Park in a park

You walk in the park,

You look at the sky,

Sit on a pillow,

Count up the stars in your head.

This abandoned playground had been dismantled and reclaimed by the weeds in a more remote part of Burgess Park where Brigid, mistaken for a dead person, discovered the perfect reclining spot...