A walk on HH today, a first for me. Yes, I don't get out much.
A day as cold as iron, frozen paths as hard as steel. Ice on the ponds as hard as solder.
I was accompanied by a cross section of the North London middle class. The moitie-bourgeoisie are handily interchangeable. All so respectable and sober in polar fleecy things, No, I'm just being silly-unreasonable to expect nighties and cans of Tennants on a day like this.
God love 'em for their well behaved dogs, though. Like their children, when they deign to have them. How they manage to breed into them a blend of disciplined playfulness-the dogs, I mean? I expect the children just get given Jumbone.
Really surprising? The gulch-like canyon-ness of the place, deep wild ravines that cry out for abandoned cars and nests of outlaws.
In summary, beautiful and sort of wild and reachable by Travelcard.
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