Silver birch and pine Triangle

Birches and pines and other miscellaneous trees gather in an isosceles shaped corner on the western edge of the park, leading out towards Middleton Road and the nice but rather impersonal characterless residential area which is called London Fields. There are nice early terraces, some elegant, some cute, interspersed with new housing, new flats, few pubs and shops, lots of cars, and lots more money than twenty years ago when I used to cycle round here.

Chestnuts

London Fields is characterised by its magnificent planes - the galleons of the Fields. But there is a superb series of Chestnuts that form the north border of the park, along Richmond Road. Conker creating, luscious leaved beauties, they are a nice contrast to the series of plane avenues, and are somehow less well-known as there is no peripheral path on the north side, inside the gates. The people who benefit most are those who use the picnic tables and benches in the north field. To use those it is neccessary to haves some sort of dependency issue - a user or addict. I call them the users' benches - fair dos. They start early and get a whole day in, watched over by the benign Chestnut presences.

Alpine Grouping

.This grouping is found down by the babies' playground - north side of the park. A group of Alpine trees congregate in a tiny copse. Some of them even lean, as if they were on a steep mountainside. Now its September and there are some beautiful days, as there always are. I am remembering 12 months ago when the baby came. What a joyous and overwhelming time. Happily my mum has forgotten the times that I shouted at her during those early days.
Now little one plays on these swings - she's good at it.
Me, I am psychologically empty, a bit.

My girl is obsessed by parallax

From the pram-eye view the world is a huge place, whirling like a galaxy from the proscenium arch of her canopy. That near trees and branches move and catch the light against the long-view and the background delights her.

The whole park moves, while she lies, schnuggled up in a blanket in a bed on wheels. I share her joy in parallax. The park becomes an abstract kinetic sculpture.

The lime leaves here throw back pure green to the receiving retini. Is lime green lime like a lime citrus fruit, or lime like lime tree leaves?

Crazy-headed Copper Beech

Three characterful copper beeches rank the twin tennis courts. This one is a crazy-haired lady. Obstinate, stubborn, head-strong, and sturdy. They protect the lower khazis (not sure how you spell khazi - this is just a guess - is it a Hindi word?) and are the analogues to the cherry maidens who look after the other loos. You can find them, the tennis courts, and the beeches at the extreme north west corner of London Fields. If you are walking out of the park, you cross a zebra crossing, go up Navarino Road towards the bus stop of the useful 38 which takes you to the barbaric civilisation of Islington.

Three young saplings

Catching the light. They stand on the north edge of an east-west running walk and cycle path.
The benches in London Fields are particularly fine. They must have been commissioned recently - sturdy cast iron bolted down, but numerous. I love doing snapshot audits of who is using the benches. Sitting on a park bench is wonderfully unproductive. Some people just never do it, unless to wolf a sandwich while looking at the Evening Standard.
The litter bins are quite good too.
Today is quite sunny - a lull between all this hardly ceasing rain.