One of the most famous stalwarts of Richmond are the wild deers in the homonymous park. I embarked on a walk, yesterday, hoping to see them (five years in town and I’d seen them only once, you see), but obviously the only quadrupeds I stumbled in were dogs. Despite that, the walk yielded some interesting views, with plenty of threadbare oaks and moody skies. Here’s what I saw.
Walking the dogs.
This crow seemed happy enough to pose for a picture for me, even changing side when I wished it.
Surprisingly enough, this tree isn’t dead: some of the roots are still in the ground, and the branches were sprouting new leaves. Down, but not yet out.
Mayor hopeful Zac Goldsmith’s main – probably only, the cynics would say – argument: planes flying above his constituency en route to Heathrow, which he hates. Personally, I found the Range Rovers and Audis driven by his electorate to be a lot noisier, but it’s not the first time nor it’ll be the last that I fail to understand Tory logic.