I was an accidental visitor to epping last weekend; not because my sense of direction is that bad, but because i’m training for a long-distance bike ride. After a lot of huffing and wheezing like an emphysema patient attempting a marathon, I got there. And what a beaitiful place it is. I felt a bit out of place with my racing bike, as most of the visitors had come with their mud-smeared mountain bikes to do some downhill and off road racing. It looked great. And in any other circumtance I would have joined them in a whisper, but a) I had no mountain bike and b) I was cream crackered after braving the A104 via woodfood and my quads were almost singing with pain. Apparently it’s used for some really interesting events, like open air theatre performances(Imagine a midsummer night’s dream performed in that setting. Hot stuff!), history of london walks and so on. I’m going to get a group of pals to come up with me next time to play hide and seek. Love it.