The mist hung heavy over Highgate this morning – discouragingly chilly looking although I then regretted that I had not braved it. By the time I did it had lifted somewhat although still giving an ethereal look to my path.
Once on the heath, the sun was trying to break through, but without much success.
Under the trees water droplets hung on the branches…
Although the chestnut (?) buds seemed to be lapping it up and swelling as I watched.
At the top of the Kenwood Lawns Henry Moore’s Reclining Figures looked especially adamantine.
But the sharper edges of Kenwood House were softened by the last vestiges of the morning’s mists.
A walk to Belsize Park
Thank you MIchelle. One side of the Henry Moore looks as if it has fallen over, but that’s Henry Moore. It was a pleasure seeing it and I look forward to a time when I can see it in the flesh – so to speak!