I was very happy when my new wellies arrived this morning. My much loved but ancient climbing boots had developed a split that meant that negotiating the Hampstead Heath mud without any of it gaining ingress was becoming increasingly challenging. They are, as you can see, rather fine but their especial appeal over all the …
Boating pond Hampstead
Hampstead Heath in the winter sun
One of the upper ponds yesterday afternoon on Hampstead Heath – the sunlit golden swathe of trees on the far side of the lake reflected in the pale cobalt blue of the lake – which in turn reflects the baby blue of the sky. In the foreground, a blackened and gnarled tree stump, a few …