We followed our trip to Devon in the week with a trip to Surrey this weekend and today we walked in Windsor Great Park. When they say 'great' they mean great: it's enormous. And very popular with dog-walkers and families.
It would also be wonderful for foragers as there were loads of sweet chestnuts - just lying around, not being collected by roast chestnut stall holders from the streets of old London town - and several different sorts of fungi.
You expect to see statues of men on horses studded around a royal park but you wouldn't necessarily expect to come across a totem pole.
En route to Elder Son's, just going over the hill before getting to them on Saturday, we passed several horse riders and 2 Ferraris. Husband said, 'If we lived here we'd have ... (I expected him to say a ferrari - in your dreams, dear) plenty of horse poo.'
That's my man.