A couple of years ago I used to take an exercise class which started with weights and then turned to stretches and the first song always used to be Sunrise by Nora Jones. I hated that song. Now I don’t mind it it reminds me of the thirty minutes of peace and calm I used to afford to myself once a week.
Anyway, mum and I were in the park for an autumn sunrise the other day. The photos don’t do it justice.
This tree holds such good memories. I am old enough to remember when the tree was upright. I love that it continued to grow on its side after the hurricane of ’89. It’s also where one of our earliest photos of Violet was taken.
Only three photos I hear you wonder? Yes. Only three to show (lots taken but of the same view and I’m sure you don’t want to see those!). I wanted to take theese photos and show you how beautiful Richmond Park is at sunrise or sunset or anytime, but the deers are in season and doing their thang which means that they chase each other around alot and are downright dangerous to cross. Mum and I had to hot foot it out of the park quite quickly!