Tired legs made for a very slow ramble around South Croydon’s leafy woodland trails today. We saw three deer, species unknown, dash past us up a hill. We tried to follow, but it turns out four legs are better than two. Other than the deer, there wasn’t much to report in Croham Hurst. It was a decent stroll to stop my legs seizing up after the countless hills I summited yesterday. Here are some pictures of signs. I really like signs it turns out.
Other than signs, we saw a lot of interesting trees. Some were tall. Some were broken. Some were twisted and some had the remains of rope swings hanging from them. At least, I assume they were the remains of rope swings and not the hangman’s noose.
Hayley made the most of the fallen trees for some tightrope practice, and inspected a strange fairy meeting place.
We admired the view, then left to have lunch in one of the nicest pubs around, ‘The White Bear’. As we pulled into the carpark I saw a bird swoop overhead and land in a tree opposite. I ran to catch up with it and managed to get a photo before it took off again. Kestrel. Beautiful.