Sunday in the Park, Hyde Park


It is said that we are driven by fear, desire and laziness. Sunday and parks are made for the later. Here a rather ample Londoner occupies a bench, somewhat completely.




Children are not lazy about parks. They race about trying this and that in play. It was only later when editing that I noticed this child's mother has a rather beguiling gam.



Moments later, this young woman reads in the sun.





Back to the children, we have a budding tennis star, instructed in first rallies by a doting grandparent





And then one of my favorite shots - notice the distant gaze, almost philosophical, on the face of this poodle.




Now our walk in the park started on Verity's advice that there was to be a nudist bicycle event in the park. Hmm. Good for a laugh! Because I had seen such events in Victoria and Montreal, we thought it right to see one in London. It did not happen.



So Verity and I went to the pub, the Sheffield Arms or something like that, famous as the drinking hole of Arthur Conan Doyle and, less certainly, Jack the Ripper. Verity, her wonderful roommate, Emilie, and I went to another pub as well, one where I had this absolutely delicious sausage thingy.