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.