A mere 2 miles from our sweet village suburb lives a large area of rolling green. Upon that green is a buffet of trees. In between the green are splatters of colour, each colour brings a new and inviting smell. They call it a Heath, Hampstead Heath.
On a bright and sunny day, Lars and I ventured to this Heath. After a skip, hop, and a jump, we had arrived somewhere that in no way felt like London. We were both in delightfully summer clothing that was ready to soak in the vitamin D. The Hampstead Heath Garden suburb was the setting for our most scrumptious day!
After we had purchased our picnic supplies and I had been a fairy in the quaintest garden yet, we went looking for the perfect spot. We Trekked through the London Wilderness, eager to find a sunny patch. There were trees galore and enough stinging nettle to take down a buffalo. We found a beautiful pergola, it looked like it was set in Tuscany. It turns out that this pergola led to the hidden garden of a mansion. We came through the vines and down some stairs to be in the sunniest garden. The laughter of friends, the cheering of birds, and the buzzing of bees was the soundtrack of our lunch. We plonked ourselves near a bundle of flowers. The sun was warming every inch of skin, I could feel my heart growing with happy bubbles. We spent an hour or two there; eating, sunning, and I was trying to hacky sack.
We continued our adventure through the woods. Not knowing that the twists and curves were taking us in the completely wrong direction. It did not matter, we had nowhere to be. I was telling Lars about my astonishment that foxes roam my school playground at night. At the exact point of his words 'there are probably lots in the bush right now', a cute little fox comes bounding out of the trees to find his next hidey-hole. I was in shock. Lars found my reaction hilarious. I am not used to seeing these animals on a casual bush walk!
Labels: UK 2016
