But centuries ago it was very different and memories hereabouts are long and to this day, in well-heeled Richmond's smart delis, over cappuccinos and olives, dark stories are told: stories of darkness and daring, of venison and adventure, and of a daring poacher..
The Old Deer Park, in a thunderstorm
Alan Woodrow was his name, Alan Woodrow of London and his gang who went night after night into the Deer Park to poach the King's deer, always eluding the gamekeepers by use of a cunning and secret tunnel that he had dug himself and which led - so it is said - from the very centre of the park all the way down to the Thames.
The entrance to the tunnel to this day is marked by a modest memorial to Alan and his mates, but no man knows exactly where lies the exit to that dark, doomed and fatal passage. That memorial lies at the coordinates above.
Fatal? Why yes, for though he had led his friends to safety many times through the dark and dank mud eventually the tunnel was the end of poor Alan...
...a cave in? A flood? No one can be sure, but the Matrons of Richmond will tell you that, to this very day, Alan's ghost haunts the marshy, boggy, muddy, desolate spot where the cache can be found.
To find the cache you could crawl down the tunnel... but a better idea might be to take Alan's middle initial and (if A=1, B=2, C=3 and so on) turn it into a number.
Then, about 500m from Alan's memorial, you'll be able to find the cache at
N 51’ 27.859
W 000’ 19.###
where ### = 48 x [initial] - 7