An afternoon on the Heath

It was a glorious spring day in London yesterday so I went to Hampstead Heath for a walk and a read. The warmth on my skin felt both unfamiliar and familiar and I daydreamed of picnics, BBQ's, warm summer evenings and cooling dips. The Heath looked a bit scraggly though, like someone who's woken up from a deep slumber with their hair on end and sleep creases on their cheek, a little worse for wear. But it won't be long now before she's gorgeous and radiant again...