Despite having lived in London for 12 years (i.e. eternity), I never actually took the time to visit Richmond Park. Have you ever noticed that the places closest to you are the ones you end up not visiting? It must be one of the top things to do in London, yet I spend all my time a little too close to my home, or far far away in a different country!
If this is you, I have some wonderful news: now is the perfect time to go! I don’t mean this as a sort of sudden call-to-action (ha), but that with Autumn here you are sure to see the Park at its prettiest! After days mulling over the idea of making the journey up to Richmond, a gorgeous photo online of the Park in all its orange glory finally sealed the deal: we were going north.
Our ‘North’ road trip turned out to be a minuscule half an hour journey (…) and soon enough we stepped on Richmond soil for the first time.
I instantly fell in love with it.
Was it the stunning golden trees draping over the ashen streets, or the charming little shops, as colourful on the outside as on the inside? It might have been the insane amount of tea rooms, or the village-feel of this idylic place, or the people, or all of these things, but straight away we did feel that there was something very special about this town.
We’d stopped off in Kew, and after tea and book-buying, we set off again towards Richmond Park, hoping to find some deer there (and a spot where no one else was so we could throw around leaves like little kids).
Because we (luckily) chose to take the drive to Richmond park, it didn’t take long to get there. The walk there is wonderful too and I would definitely recommend it because it’s such a pretty place to take a stroll, but my mom [Arax] and I are such curious souls and as soon as we spot a cute cafe or shop, you can bet we’re not going to move for another hour!
Not long after walking around in Richmond Park, we realised how much more wild it looks than Hyde Park or even Regents Park. It actually felt very much like home because the calming tree-surrounded fields and rough beauty is very much like the natural landscapes we find near our countryside house north of Bushey. If you’ve never been there I would definitely recommend visiting Ashridge Estate!
And soon enough…
These guys showed up!
Seeing the deer show up was a surreal experience. Picture this: these creatures you love so much- suddenly there, before your eyes. It was crazy to think that I was finally seeing them in real life after all those years spent admiring them on animal documentaries.
After a good hour “aww” and “ohh”ing at the deer, we finally trudged on towards Isabella Plantation (easily one of the prettiest gardens in London!). Unfortunately we didn’t quite get there, because we got a little too carried away on the journey tripping over the holes in the ground and trying our best (unsuccessfully) to wade through the long grass without falling all over each other. Finally I got one picture where I wasn’t face down on the grass or bent laughing at how all-over-the-place the whole situation was.
When our throats became coarse from all the laughter, to the relief of all the birds (and probably the trees too), we finally decided to leave the corner [in peace] and made our way back towards the Park entrance, hoping to leave the rest of the exploring to another day.
We took one look back at the field, and the deer grazing on the grass, before we left the Park, and that was when we noticed the sky. It was a strange mixture of pinks and purples and yellows and blues. The kind you remember forever.