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A muntjac at the roses

You lean out to deadhead the roses and there it is: a muntjac deer, mid-chew, working through your favourite climber. It freezes. You freeze. Then it bolts through the hedge and vanishes.

This happens more than you might think. Richmond’s deer are wandering further from the park as the herds grow. Muntjacs especially have no qualms about squeezing through a gap in your fence, sampling the herbaceous border, and leaving by the back gate.

They prefer the roses when they are lush and full. June is peak season for both blooms and browsing. A muntjac can strip a David Austin in minutes if it fancies it.

If you find hoofprints in the flowerbed, you are not imagining things. The boundary between wild Richmond and domestic Richmond is thinner than it looks. A low fence, a quiet morning, and suddenly your garden is part of their territory.

They do not mean harm. They are just hungry. And your roses are, admittedly, very good.

Nature does not stay where we put it.

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The park that keeps you sane

You know the one. Not the famous park, not the one with the cafe and the plaques. The scruffy triangle of grass three streets over where the dog walkers meet at eight each morning. The square with the benches under the lime trees where you sit when you need ten minutes before going home. The […]

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The Wetland Centre in Barnes: patience rewarded

The heron stands absolutely still. You might mistake it for a sculpture until its neck darts forward, quick as a blink. Grey herons patrol the lagoons at the Wetland Centre in Barnes like they own the place. They do, really. Bitterns are the trickier proposition. They blend into the reeds so perfectly that you can […]

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On the grass at dusk, everyone is someone else

You see them differently when they are sitting down. The commuters who rush past you on the towpath are sprawled on picnic blankets in Marble Hill Park. The school-run parents are barefoot on Crane Park Island, toes in the cool grass. Summer evenings do this. They slow everyone down and spread them out across the […]

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The walk you know by heart

You don’t think about the route anymore. Left out the door, right at the corner, through the gap in the railings. Your dog already knows. This is the nearest green space, the one you visit before breakfast or after work when the light is fading. No planning required. No special occasion. You’ve seen it in […]

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The democracy of grass

There is something about a wide stretch of mown grass that makes people want to do things. Not grand things. Simple things. A dog chases a tennis ball across Richmond Green. A child tries to keep a kite aloft on Kew Green. Two friends throw a frisbee back and forth on Barnes Common. The grass […]

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The Bench

A different conversation about Richmond, every day.