Epping Forest is massive. The trees are giants and their roots curl up from the forest floor like pythons; it is London's largest public open space and I still get lost in it on a regular basis. I love the size of Epping Forest and the feeling that I am only a small being within it.
Today, though, my eyes were drawn to things far smaller than me. I saw tiny curls of bracken unfurling.
We walked over crispy carpets of empty beech nuts.
And I marvelled at a strange knot hole which looked just like rising yeasty dough.
There was even a tiny little dormouse, crawling through some brambles. It was smaller than my thumb, and had tiny little round ears. It ran away, looking very purposeful and busy, before I could focus my camera lens on it.
Epping Forest is both epic in its size, and in its abundance of tiny details. And of course, this is why I love it so.