It’s too early to check into my hotel so I leave my bags and head out. Camera in tow of course.
I am fighting sleeplessness and the time change. I pick up a smoothie and a Shwarma and bring myself to Hyde park. There is sunshine; I just sit on a bench and watch. It seems everyone is out with their dogs and children. It’s Sunday in the park.
It’s huge, probably bigger than Central Park; how fortunate to have such a beautiful place.
There are happy dogs running off leash everywhere. It is not always apparent who they belong to; their owners just let them be; free to sniff and roam as they wish. There is little barking. No altercations. Just pure joy at being able to run free.
Where to go?
I am asked for directions several times; I’ve only been here a few hours. I laugh inwardly.
Lots of people. The stream of joggers is exhausting. Young and old. Dressed in shorts and t-shirts or bundled in winter gear, fur lined parkas and hats.
The sound of suitcases rolling everywhere. My brain is fuzzy but the camera keeps me focused.(Gosh I’m funny sometimes)
And so passed my first few hours in London. Now for a quick nap.
