Eventually, I managed to visit Gray’s Inn Gardens, the place which I had been looking on over its fence for many years.
It was one lunchtime before the weather turned autumny and I was happened to be in the area, whereupon I decided to investigate it.
The entrance to the garden was located at the north end of Jockey’s Fields, by a traffic-control barrier.
A hand written notice was informing the users that the garden would be closed at 2:30pm.
A narrow path leading up to the garden…
And it suddenly opened up to the sea of lush green.
Behold the way this mature plane tree soaring towards the sky!
I lay myself down on the grass at once and looked up the green canopy which fanned out its lowest branches at the point as high as a three-storeyed building.
While a breeze caressed my fringe, I gazed at this magnificent specimen which stood on this ground for god knew how long. As long as 200 years? I felt immensely privileged to be so physically close to a living thing which managed to survive the waves of turbulence since it germinated in this world. I was enchanted.
The garden was a perfect location for a picnic lunch.
It was a shame that I already finished my lunch elsewhere…
Just compare the size of the trunk against the man with a paper bag in hand!
I felt like being a Hobbit in Fangorn Forest.
What a magical place Gray’s Inn Gardens was…
