I know I shouldn’t complain, but my goodness it’s hot in London today.
You know that humid, it’s-going-to-rain-any-moment-but-it-doesn’t, kind of day with hazy sunshine and no breeze whatsoever.
On days like this, in spite of the proximity of Hampstead Heath, I do miss our old place in country. What I’d give to be able to serve tonight’s supper of mushroom risotto in the shade of our pergola, which by now would be covered by large green vine leaves and the odd bunch of grapes….
Finding these photos took an inordinate amount of time. I really must sort out my photo archive one of these days. But not today – it’s simply too hot.