The dog has had a leg in plaster for the last six weeks, and there is cabin fever all round. I yearn for mornings outdoors; I am woken daily at 5.30am by a hound not tired from days spent napping on sofas; and we are both a little squishier.
However, today is a day to celebrate: the bandages ares off, all four paws look good, and we are allowed to return.
This is how Hampstead Heath looked six weeks ago. How will the light differ tomorrow?