Lyn and I were just in Maryon Wilson park. A small wooded area, I think I’ve mentioned it on here before. I find it enchanting: you instantly forget you are in the middle of a sprawling metropolis, and find yourself surrounded by trees and birdsong. Save for the tarmac paths, there’s nothing to tell you that you are not suddenly a thousand miles away; even the sound of traffic grows faint. I find myself wondering, why was that place left like that – so untouched by the city? What is it’s history? The signs at the entrance tell that people were once hanged there, yet it feels so tranquil, as the small brook babbles along. A truly wonderful place to walk with the person you love after a bit of a busy day, it is an oasis of wilderness amid the urban sprawl, as the sun starts to set over the metropolis.