I've got a bit of a tree thing going on at the moment. Well, in England at this time of year, it's hard not to have. The trees are so beautiful at the moment I genuinely want to hug them (haven't yet - too many six-legged fiends on them).
Today it was sunny, swelteringly hot, and humid, and I went for a walk. I actually live within walking distance of Regent's Park in London, so off I set, having disembowelled my bag to lighten the load a bit. I didn't need the umbrella, nor the tin of cat food which I'd forgotten was in there. On the way I just happened to stop by the wine shop and order a dozen nice bottles, but I've only had one little glass this evening so please don't worry. A dozen bottles lasts me about three months, no kidding. Mainly because I only drink at weekends.
Anyway, it's nice to have them to look at, all shiny on top of the fridge.
Where was I? Yep, half way to the park. So, I'm walking along St John's Wood High Street and get hijacked by a small icecream that you don't need to hear about. Also a half litre bottle of peach iced tea. Then I notice that St John's burial ground is open so I wander in. This is one of many small parks in London that used to be a graveyard and in fact still is, but is now mainly a park instead.
It's a small cool shady place and this is where I have a tree experience because there's a particularly huge and beautiful plane tree in the middle.
People are scattered all over the lawns and the benches, but this tree really draws me in.
Five minutes' rest and I'm off again. Down the road, across the other road, over the bridge and into Regent's Park. From the bridge I see this guy fishing in the canal, which tbh is a bit surprising, maybe it's cleaner than I think it is.
Now I must make it clear that I am not a monarchist. This is an absolute. But if there's one thing we owe the denizens of Buck House, it's that large tracts of London have remained undeveloped because they are owned by a family that has so much dosh they don't need to sell. One of these is Regent's Park. A lovely, cool, shady place full of Londoners - and visitors - doing their own thing. There are little gardens within the park, ponds, woodland, sports fields, you name it.
A meadow with cornflowers
One part that looked like a pre-Raphaelite painting
And me. Today I walked as far as Marks and Spencer's at Marble Arch, four and a quarter miles. Without blisters.
I'm getting better!