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First post, having finally succumbed to LJ. After much prompting by arachne!
Question is, now that I've got one what do I do with it?
This afternoon we actually experienced pretty decent weather. Makes a nice change from the torrential downpour causing mass flooding, it being the height of summer and all that.
So, I went for a walk in the park. One thing that I love about living in London is that you're never far from a park. The city is riddled with them, a necessary adjunct to urban living. My local park really isn't very big, it's definitely not one of the Great Parks, catering as it does to a strictly-suburban-and-proud-of-it part of North London but nonetheless is both pretty and popular with the residents.
I drifted past the children's playground filled with parents keeping a sleepy eye on their offspring. There were at least 3 football matches going on, definitely amateur, set up with a couple of jumpers for goalposts and no-one was wearing football boots - judging from the amount of slipping and sliding going on - but there was still some rather nifty footwork. I was impressed.
I checked out the queue for the ice-cream van as I walked past the crazy golf course - only open in the summer, of course. Today, the Friern Barnet fair had come to call; there was the tinny tinkle of the Merry-go-round and the hum of the waltzers overlaid with the tonal shrieks of the riders. Plus the sickly-sweet smell of candyfloss. Only a small fair, it was rather charming.
Back I walked, first past the boating lake followed by several ornamental lakes and round a rather fierce swan that spread its wings and hissed at me as I strolled along. I glared back. My goal was the salsa music I could hear playing in the distance. Was it...? Yes, a live band! In the park on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Oh joy.
They were good. At least I thought so and so did the rest of the audience based on the amount of dancing going on. Some of it was typically British, rather self-conscious and ever-so-slightly awkward. Others had got rhythm. And how.
There are times when living in London is frustrating as hell, bad transport, air and rushing crowds uncaring of anything so basic as good manners. But then I decide to take a stroll in my local park one afternoon and come across not only a fair but also a live band. And then I remember why I love this city.
Question is, now that I've got one what do I do with it?
This afternoon we actually experienced pretty decent weather. Makes a nice change from the torrential downpour causing mass flooding, it being the height of summer and all that.
So, I went for a walk in the park. One thing that I love about living in London is that you're never far from a park. The city is riddled with them, a necessary adjunct to urban living. My local park really isn't very big, it's definitely not one of the Great Parks, catering as it does to a strictly-suburban-and-proud-of-it part of North London but nonetheless is both pretty and popular with the residents.
I drifted past the children's playground filled with parents keeping a sleepy eye on their offspring. There were at least 3 football matches going on, definitely amateur, set up with a couple of jumpers for goalposts and no-one was wearing football boots - judging from the amount of slipping and sliding going on - but there was still some rather nifty footwork. I was impressed.
I checked out the queue for the ice-cream van as I walked past the crazy golf course - only open in the summer, of course. Today, the Friern Barnet fair had come to call; there was the tinny tinkle of the Merry-go-round and the hum of the waltzers overlaid with the tonal shrieks of the riders. Plus the sickly-sweet smell of candyfloss. Only a small fair, it was rather charming.
Back I walked, first past the boating lake followed by several ornamental lakes and round a rather fierce swan that spread its wings and hissed at me as I strolled along. I glared back. My goal was the salsa music I could hear playing in the distance. Was it...? Yes, a live band! In the park on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Oh joy.
They were good. At least I thought so and so did the rest of the audience based on the amount of dancing going on. Some of it was typically British, rather self-conscious and ever-so-slightly awkward. Others had got rhythm. And how.
There are times when living in London is frustrating as hell, bad transport, air and rushing crowds uncaring of anything so basic as good manners. But then I decide to take a stroll in my local park one afternoon and come across not only a fair but also a live band. And then I remember why I love this city.
