This is Lincoln’s Inn Field, in London. We were in London for two days, on an impromptu trip, which went rather oddly. On Thursday, I had no time to take pictures, and so this picture and the next were taken on the same day: Friday.
It’s a lonely tree, on the edge of Lincoln’s Inn Fields, which were once attached to Lincoln’s Inn, one of the four Inns of Court at London. I have no idea what any of this means, to be honest, but the field is lovely: quiet and green, and surrounded by trees. It’s really just a park, but it was a sanctuary from the almost insane claustrophobia of Sir John Soane’s Museum which, although, fascinating, I found oppressive with the weight of all that stuff. No photography allowed, though, so you’ll have to take my word for it.