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choice but I am starting to wonder if any of our unexplained tendencies are choices. Many of my unexplained excursions would often leave me stranded in the middle of a well known local park, a place that I had no idea was significant. Richmond Park is one of our most pleasant and unspoilt nature reserves, and is located around the areas of south west London and Surrey. Because of its vastness, roads are built to allow for traffic and wild deer are free to roam. There are no restrictions on time or boundary in this park which makes it an ideal excursion for families, lovers or anyone just wishing to wander idly. It is a place I frequent from time to time, particularly as I live local but during this period it was somewhere I was becoming magnetically drawn to. I seem to have been attracted to the park’s most isolated reaches far away from visitors and would find myself wandering off the pathways and across fields to get there. This would happen either at sunset or night time, usually when crowds were absent. What I actually did when I arrived there remains a mystery. I remember sitting there enjoying the natural isolation of it all, taking it in and being a part of the tranquillity around me. Watching the sun set behind the trees was part of the passion and seeing its light gradually diminish around me felt like magic. What seems strange is that this scenario would normally have frustrated me no end owing to my usual restlessness and mental over- activity. The relaxed state that normally takes time to acquire seemed to have been with me all of a sudden without really having to apply myself. In hindsight, I was meditating. Without being in a trance or using any of the concentration techniques, I was as they say “at one with nature”, breathing it in and harmonizing with it. This had been happening for days and without warning. If this was an altered state, it would probably explain why I could never fully recall it and why the time appeared to pass so quickly. All I would remember was leaving late at night feeling very refreshed. I was convinced something scientific had taken place rather than natural because these feelings seemed to have been artificially imposed, injected almost. They were however very agreeable and I only wish I could summon them at will. These lonely excursions had carried through to the autumn of ‘94. I remembered it being a particularly pleasant summer and feeling for the first time a true inner calm together with a suspicious loss of interest in the Programmers. My newly formed appreciation of nature seemed to have replaced this obsession and I found myself regularly visiting the park to be 38