The other weekend I needed to head into the forest in these glorious last days of summer.
I’d walked from Theydon Bois to Epping via Amesbury Banks through the forest earlier in the year but the sight of the fields as the tube pulled into Theydon Bois station were too tempting to resist.
We walked over cracked earth towards the distant uplands.
We picnicked at the crest of the hill in this field facing the early evening sun – the rustic delights of the countryside so close to the rumbling tarmac of East London
As much as I love wandering the city streets there is a sense of freedom and abandonment that only comes from walking over open fields.
Through the long tunnel beneath the M25.
The path on the other side of the M25 broke off in various directions – this Hollow Way looked as though no-one had passed beneath its boughs for a while
Epping rises of the far slopes
A last taste of freedom before heading up the steep hill to Epping tube station