The car park is quite unpleasant, set just off a busy dual carriage way, and littered with burnt out mopeds and dumped fridges, all overlooked by derelict public toilets.
We push across the field though – through the aromas from the groups of rule-flouting Iranians’ hookhahs and barbeques – and underneath the canopy, and leave the rather insalubrious initial area behind.
It’s lovely in the woods, and offers some respite to the touch of sunburn I have. We see a treecreeper shimmying up an oak, we watch a resigned buzzard being mobbed by crows, and I discover a copse with dozens and dozens of pairs of Starlings nesting within it.
The sun begins to sink, and we head back to the car. The car park is surprisingly full, and as we approach my car we notice a chap, parked nearby, keenly observing us. He looks - and it’s a word I would always hesitate to use - retarded, and it’s a trifle odd for someone to be sat in a car in this heat with all the windows wound up. I try to outstare him, but he outlandishly stares back and I feel uncomfortable.
As we pull out of the carpark, I notice there are lots of people in the parked cars. Just sat there, in the heat.
“Hmmm, I wonder...” I wonder to myself as we leave.
"Oh...", I say later that evening, doing some internet research. "Ooooh."
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