God, I love this time of year. We’ve officially gone headlong into those precious few weeks when the city warms up and the daylight stretches well into the late evening. Just for a little bit, you can dangle your legs over the concrete sides of a murky canal on your way home from work and remember why exactly […]
It’s Park Weather, which means we must all go to the park and eventually freeze to death under a picnic blanket with a tube of Pringles for gloves.
This proves beyond all doubt that there’s really no point in going to Hampstead Heath unless you like dogs. Honestly. You should just stay in bed.