Yesterday, rr and I went to the Epping Forest. The advantage of going with someone who is so consumed with her camera, is that she holds no grudges when you spend an agonizingly long time photographing an object that catches your fancy. We walked for quite a bit, got lost once, and spent some time figuring out which of the three roads we’d come from. The confusion was caused by a herd of cows grazing in the forest. These cows are retired and in a sense ornamental in the forest. Longhorned, docile and very shy. rr taught me how cows are called out to in England. I tried, but perhaps my accent was all wrong.
The woman who herds the cattle in the forest, a charming lady helped by a three legged dog called Meg seemed amused by our interest in the cows. And obviously I looked so thrilled that she asked me if I worked with cows. If only she knew what it was like in Delhi. Everyone works with cows. They work their way around them on the streets anyway!
But one of the highlights was spotting this wonderful tree. Dead and almost hollow. It instantly reminded us of Edvard Munch’s painting – The Scream. An uncanny resemblance to an expression of existential angst in the middle of a forest. I think rr just wanted to take the tree home.