Bramble Ramble

We came across an unexpectedly beautiful walk when we found our way from Eltham Palace to Mottingham Station. There were hidden meadows with grazing horses, wildflowers growing taller than me, and some early blackberries hanging sweet and juicy from the brambles ripe for eating. I've seen more foxes this month than in the whole time I've lived in Britain and all during the day. Once, a fox running across the field from the hot air balloon; the second time a fox watching the tube from the side of the railway, the third time a magical encounter seeing a fox in the garden while talking to my sister-in-law - we stopped chatting and marvelled at how beautiful it was. And the fourth time, I spied a fox sleeping on top of a pallet of bricks while on the train to London.