The park is near to Hamstead on the Northern Line, further up from Camden. Get out of the station and walk up the slope. It gets cold, bring shoes for walking, bring a coat. Bring some snacks. Bring a camera.
An apparently famous bakery - there were so many people queuing just to buy! The cakes looked absolutely delicious (and tasted divine too) I love patisseries.
After getting our picnic goods we headed up the street to reach the park. The town as I later found out is quite a posh district, but I didn't realise because it was so... quaint, so down-to-earth. The best things never flaunt their status.
When the sun sets over bodies of water it creates a new world under the surface, slightly different, but you don't know how. It takes a while to realise that one is real and the other an illusion, because at that moment both seemed so tangible - How can it not be real? You can see it.
An old man - he is leaning down to greet a white dog that ran towards him. Funny how I can see things in my mind's eye so clearly.
After the sun sets it gets chilly, harshly cold all of a sudden. The sun snatches away life and we needed to get back. But it was a beautiful sunset anyway - I met up with Joscelin and Sarah finally, we had a great picnic, we saw the hills rolling downwards in such an English manner, with a mansion at the end of it all. In another life, perhaps.
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