Throwing our wellies in the car we hurtled down on a windy morning to the big old deer park. It's big, very big so big that it is easy to forget that you're in London!
Off we walked, across the big meadows and through the park's woods. It was bliss, with acorns crunching beneath our feet, the chestnuts starting to fall and the deer idling the day away in soft beds of rusty brown bracken.
Warm sunlight beat down while the leaves whirled around in the wind, blowing off the trees and up into the sky - it was all very exhilarating.
After several hours of walking through the park, Poppy told us she was tired... We all were, so we agreed to round off the walk with a big cup of hot chocolate before heading home.