I’ve always lived hard by Hampstead Heath, but my new(-ish) London flat is minutes from Regent’s Park, so I’m getting used to the busier, more urban feel of its paths and byways. We are very close to the Zoo so there are always confused-looking tourists, along with the summer softball players, and dogwalkers.
I fully intend to make the most of the Park this summer. Posetta Baddog can’t believe her luck: she has a little London garden at Lil’sis’ but with me she gets acres to play in. Usually I take her out about 530pm, but the weather was so beautiful yesterday that I caved at 330pm. I packed my Bayswater with my Mac, BlackBerry, camera, water & Raw Fairies juices plus snacks for the hound and off we went.
I found a great tree to prop up against whilst I was writing and, in between paragraphs, threw balls for the dog.
(Her MO is to push the soggy ball with her nose towards me, closer and closer, until I relent and throw it for her.)
A perfect set up.