I had a fantastic morning walking and brought back more than 300 better than average pictures, and nothing stand out.
Still, the weather was nice, the sense of peace was great and I got entirely lost – not on the Heath; that would be silly – but in the process of taking photos. I’d started on Sandy Heath, the tract between Inverforth House on North End Road, and the Spaniard Inn. It’s the part of the Heath that used to be quarried for the Bagshot Sand that was used a couple of hundred years ago for the mortar that stuck London’s buildings together. The trees are wild, the ground is sandy and the landscape is dominated by rolling clefts with stagnating rainwater ponds at the bottom; a legacy of the quarrying. I’d been intending to do textures and trees, but the trip was dominated by dogs! They’re under-represented in this selection given the number of yapping, bathing, shaking, stick fetching, please tickle me dogs that I experienced. Then it was over the Spaniards Road past an entrance to Kenwood that I’d never noticed before and back to South End Green (via more dogs and ducks, and a Cartier Bresson moment).