Well, after a wonderful time by the sea yesterday there wasn’t too much wildness in my life today. But I did try to take full advantage of what there was.

Starting with another train into central London,I think I spotted a young jay at the station.

Much of the rest of the day was spent rushing to and from meetings with very little sight of anything green. I decided to walk to an evening event, rather than get back on the Tube – but the most direct route was straight down Oxford Street. I haven’t done that walk for a while and my goodness it is depressing. There are occasional trees, but there is an overwhelming amount of redevelopment – and, of course, Crossrail preparations – which seems to be reinforcing the hard surfaced,unnatural environment.

Before heading into the event – and, in all honesty, entirely because of my 30 Days Wild commitment – I went in search of greenery. And found Grosvenor Square. Not exactly wild. But a pleasant green space  full of dog walkers and families. Children raced and played and shouted and laughed. People talked to one another. And there was birdsong.

So not wild, but another reminder, if any were needed of why Parks Matter.