Yellow Grass, Deer, and Rolling Hills
A beautiful location with flowing stalks of yellow grass, deer with rich coats of fur, and gentle, rolling hills. It creates a nostalgic longing that prehends your soul - making you vividly reminisce about a place that you have never been to. A place that you cannot travel to conventionally - a place you can only reach during those long, sleepy summertime dreams after a tiring week. 'Svefn-g-Englar' by Sigur Rós plays in my head when trying to describe this place. If you have not been to Richmond Park, I highly recommend it. However, do yourself a favour - bring an umbrella, a raincoat, and some damn wellies. Spending a couple of hours with some great people at Richmond Park allowed me to forget and forgo any negative thoughts.