Yesterday I was off for a visit to the physiotherapist. While not the first physiotherapist I have ever encountered, it was in fact the first visit to this particular one who lives a short stroll away on the other side of my local park.
So last night I set off in the warm sunshine (yes still very warm at ten minutes to six o'clock) and before long my strolling took me across Victoria Park. London has been blessed with a few glorious weeks of summer (the newspapers are calling it a heatwave *guffaw*) and the park was dotted with people making the most of the weather - kids, runners, families, dog walkers. It seemed that everyone was moseying around the paths, enjoying a moment on a shaded bench or sprawling on the grass beneath the bright blue sky.
I had walked almost entirely across the park when I was struck by how vibrant and lush it looked. It wasn't that there were loads of flowers out as there are at other times (I found my first daffs of the season here) but it seemed that everywhere I looked was literally vibrating with energy and colour.
Stopped in my tracks by the beauty of this scene, I turned around to see this.
I smiled quietly to myself. For a few moments I stood there, taking it all in, before turning back and heading on to my appointment.
And it reminded me once again how much I love living here.
ps...regular Gidday-ers maybe wondering about the lack of birthday posting since the big day on August 1st. It's been a busy ol' time but rest assured I'll be updating you soon...
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