I wish that I was physically able to take photos with my iPad camera sometimes.

It was quite a grey, dank day here in east London. Luckily this afternoon the rain stopped enough for me to go out on my daily trundle. Today I decided to head to Charlton, before probably going on to Woolwich and along the Thames. Probably due to the overcast sky my thoughts were rather dark and gloomy.

About half way through my walk through, I headed into Maryon Wilson park, a beautiful little park in Charlton. It was the first park I came across when I moved to Charlton: I still have very fond memories of going through it fairly regularly, many happy and cheerful, yet now inevitably tinged with a certain melancholy. There is a tiny brook which winds it’s way next to the footpath there, and I was curious to see whether it had swelled much due to the recent rain.

Going through the wooded park this afternoon, I came across the stream in a quiet corner of it. The water, just a few centimetres wide, was bubbling over a few rocks, sparkling in what little sunlight there was. It was a stunning, peaceful sight, as if I had been suddenly transported a thousand miles away from the bustling city about me, to some wooded glade in the Scottish highlands or even the American Rockies. In that moment I wished with all my heart that I could take a picture of the happy little sight before me. I automatically felt my mood lift: such tiny pockets of heartwarming beauty, it seems, can be found anywhere – you just need to look.