On Saturday afternoon Miss P, godson Sir Edward, Posetta Baddog and myself headed to Regent’s Park to crunch leaves underfoot, and luxuriate in the autumnal sunshine.
Edward is obsessed by knights, and imaginary fencing. As above. Miss P and I were more interested in chatting, strolling and watching Edward fight the imaginary medieval hordes across the adventure playground.
P Bad just wanted to roll in the sunshine.
Of course the real world also impinges upon the imaginary world of brave warriors.
After herding up P Bad, we trotted on through the park.
We headed to the The Honest Sausage, one of Regent’s Park’s cafes, for ice creams and a sit down.
Before slowly ambling back to Camden. Poor Pottles was knackered.
As was Sir Edward.