I would pretend that the month’s hiatus in posting is indecision as to whether I can include my dog in my writings. It is not. I have been travelling, testing ingredients, tasting, cooking, and more tasting. In advance of sharing food images with ‘The New Lens’*, here are some of my photos from early morning walks on Hampstead Heath.
Before a springer spaniel moved into the family home, I would visit the Heath only on the occasional evening or weekend to catch up with friends, play rounders, eat picnics, and generally frolic in the sun. I can barely remember the park I knew then: the chattering hoardes on a sunny Saturday afternoon, no grass visible for rugs, hampers, sunbathers, chortling toddlers, wheeling pushchairs, and litter in piles around the bins. For the past year I have instead been visiting every morning at sunrise, greeting perhaps five to ten dog walkers at the most.
This is the heath I love. It is here just for me.
*Nikkor 105mm VR