On the edge
I have broken a bone in my thumb playing football. It’s a tiny one but very sensitive so it means no swimming or running for the last fortnight and probably for another couple of weeks.
This means I am denied my regular dose of natural mood enhancer.
To make up for lack of Heathly pleasures I walked the whole boundary right up to the Extension beyond Spaniards’ Road. From there is a faux-rustic view of the Lutyen’s designed spire of St Jude’s in Hampstead Garden Suburb that makes you think you’ve reached the outer edge of London itself.
On the way back by one of the streams that runs down towards the ponds was this wonderful spread of cuckoo flowers.