I woke up on Tuesday morning to such sparkling blue sky and such glorious sun that by 7.15 I was out on the heath caught by the light filtering through the new young leaves. Down on Kenwood lake a lone goose sailed slowly towards me, contemplated the shore, turned around and then stopped to meditate. …
Henry Moore at Kenwood House
Mist….
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. …