However steamy we may feel, the ducks seems totally un-phased. How jealous must all those keen swimmers be who are still barred from their pools.
Now I had been going to include the rather fine cottage with charmingly curly chimneys at the corner of Highgate cemetery – and some wonderfully cool shots of the shady graves but– my elderly copy of Photoshop just died so those will be for tomorrow. Instead, more water. A sneaky look through a broken bit of fence at the new pool and water garden at the bottom of the Athlone house gardens…
Michelle you are the ultimate flaneur! Love reading your blogs and had the exact same duck observation yesterday. I was sweating in the shade and they were just sitting floating serenely.
You think a perfect life – until you see a duck spat and then you realise that no life is perfect!!!
Makes me feel cooler watching the water, thanks!