We had a heatwave in London last week, up to 30 degrees on one of the days and it was so hot. I love the Summer, but in the city things can get too humid and claustrophobic to bear it. I crave space on sunny days, anywhere you might catch a breeze and some leafy shade. I avoid buses, tubes and main roads at all costs because they are the absolute worst places to be in an inner city heatwave.
I called a few friends to see if they were free for a picnic in the park, but all my daytime buddies were busy. I almost had lunch in the house as normal, I almost wasted that very last day of summer by staying indoors. Instead I took Rory to the corner shop, bought everything I thought we should have for a picnic, filled a big basket of food and headed to the park. Just Rory, Elkie and I. Determined to have a mini adventure of our own, on that last day of summer.
I lay on my back under the tree with Rory on my belly. I told her all about the trees and how one day she would walk in that park with me asking questions about everything, and that I would tell her that eating your lunch outdoors is where it's at. I told her that although it's great to plan and to cook all your own food, invite your friends and make your meal look beautiful...that sometimes the best kind of lunch comes from the corner shop, eaten with your dog on a blanket in the park. When you haven't planned any of it at all.