It is not quite there yet, but the Kenwood magnolia is poised. One more day of good sunshine and those creamy silk vase shaped petals will have burst into full flower.
Round a corner into the woods I came across a long fallen tree whose trunk had rotted and crumbled. Squatting down to look closer I was transported to a rocky Nevada desert, John Wayne galloping through the canyon on his trusty steed, pursued by a shower of flying arrows.
Or maybe camping out under Hanging Rock?
But back to safer slopes of Hampstead Heath.
Below is a talking walk to Hampstead village and back – in three chunks so do not be too intimidated! Because I was focusing on talking I am afraid that the visuals may be a little unreliable so aplogies to any of you who are watching as well as, listening.