The archetypical park bench with over-arching old tree.
Despite the frizzling dappled light, it was so cold and windy that I didn’t even want to sit down and eat my lunch here.

So I took the photo.
I regret that my memory will be one of documenting the tree and the table, and not the experience of sitting under the tree at the table… eating my homemade cheese and hummus and cucumber and chilli-jam sandwiches.
Perhaps shivering across a chapter or two of the book Im reading, listening to the tree turn the pages.

Instead, I took the photo and then ate my sandwiches in the car.