After our rainy, miserable Saturday, we were rewarded with a beautiful sunny Sunday, with temperatures that seemed relatively comfortable for January (about 47º F, or 8º C). Olga and I took off for Hampstead Heath.
We had a nice walk, but it was very muddy. I even slipped and fell at one point -- fortunately I caught myself and managed to keep my clothes out of the mud. Olga was a little less energetic than usual so we did a slightly shorter loop around the woodsy areas of the north Heath, where all the squirrels live.
We saw a flock of green parakeets squawking in the trees. Olga lost her tennis ball as I was taking this picture -- like having slightly less energy, this seems to be a consequence of her age. She's just not as good at hanging on to things.
I stopped and sat under a tree for a moment to give us both a chance to rest. I was sitting on a root, so Olga, following my lead, sat on a root too!
On the way to and from the Heath, we always pass this curious apartment in Hampstead that is packed with books. They've been stacked up in this window for years -- all the years we've been walking there, I think -- with Marcus Aurelius's "Meditations" on top.
Once again, I was surprised by the number of people who were out and about. We're supposed to be locked down, but in Hampstead there were lines for coffee shops and food stands and the high street was pretty crowded. Olga and I kept our heads down and kept our distance as best we could.
Meanwhile, back home, Dave was pruning the roses in the garden. Even though we pruned them earlier in the season than usual, they had new growth already -- but only a tiny amount. Climate change!