A Favorite Place

Me and Richmond Park have a complicated relationship. Many good and bad things have happened. My husband (then boyf) first asked me to move down from Liverpool. I fell off my bike and busted my knee up. Been chased by deer. I've tromped joyously through knee deep snow. I've gotten horribly lost in the dark staying too long to photograph mushrooms. I suppose in the last year I have felt like I have conquered Richmond Park - it used to feel massive and unknowable and scary. But now it feels familiar, like an old friend. I will be sad if we do move away.