Whilst wandering through Richmond Park I happened upon this view, on the slopes above the polo field, by Ham Gate.
The yellow light was bathing the naked oaks and last year’s ferns. The remnants of the fallen oak in the foreground resembles a magnetic termite mound I had once seen in the red centre of Australia. Its fractured spires reaching the the sky. Jo and I have become adept at finding new places to visit in Richmond Park, as the pandemic recedes, we often find ourselves on the road not taken.
It reminded me of Frost’s words:
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