Tucked away in Regents Park is this secret garden. I say secret, but really I just didn’t realise it existed and somebody should have told me sooner. That kind of secret.
It’s a quiet place with lots of private places to sit and contemplate about how you don’t live here, and why people don’t tell you things sooner. I like it.
It’s autumn and that means pictures of leaves. Here’s a lot of them at Primrose Hill.
They look just like nature’s cornflakes, if cornflakes were in anyway natural.
Sunny autumn days are amongst my favourite. They’ve not yet reached the stage where you can include the word ‘crisp’, but it’s getting there. Sunny crisp autumn days are the best.
These reeds are both soft and spiky, and almost dream-like. If I were to dream of reeds then these are the kind I’d have.
Undoubtedly I’ll find out that they aren’t reeds at all, and then I’ll have to remove them from my dreams.
The Tower Of London is currently awash with porcelain poppies as part of a World War I memorial. Each poppy represents a soldier who died during the war.
It’s an impressive sight, with the poppies spilling out of a window and pooling fully around the Tower walls.
As another rainy day ends I thought I’d post a farewell to summer before it completely fades from memory. From here on in it will be pictures of dark clouds and fallen leaves.
This intensely packed meadow at Roundhay Park is about as summery as it gets. If you could smell things through your computer it would probably smell really good. Go on, give it a try – you never know.
So long summer.
A wonky and slightly green postbox in Oxford on a bright autumn day.
The landscape in Utah is on the epic scale.