Chloe & I often head up to Hampstead Heath on a Sunday afternoon with our respective dogs to get some exercise, catch up and allow the dogs to run about in the mud like crazy things. It’s a beautiful time of year, as the leaves are almost all off the trees now, and there is a quality to the light in the latter part of the afternoon as the sun starts to go down that feels particularly English.
I call this copse the cathedral, because of its tall reaching trees, and empty spaces between the trunks.
A small, muddy, very happy sausage.
Chloe shares my taste in quality footwear.
Zelda has serious swimming skilz.
Anyone throwing sticks is always popular on the Heath.
Then it was time to pick up a Very Tired Dachshund, and carry it home.
(Ferragamo cashmere scarf from here, vintage 50s tweed coat bought for a tenner from a long-gone stall in Camden Stables Market, Hunter Balmoral Lady Neoprene in Aubergine Wellies.)
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beautiful imagery… your top two images in particular are very haunting & heathcliff-esque! & my new word for the day is copse (had forgotten it even existed!)…
I do love a good tweed coat. Have dragged mine out a lot over the past few weeks.
Love the candid shots!
xo
Gina
Balmoral wellies are the best, love the aubergine colour! Perfect footwear for muddy dog walks and keeping feet stylishly warm! Love your blog.
That photo of you cuddling P-Bad is gorgeous! I love the muddy little paw! x