356 days

Da gab ich mir ein paar Stunden hitzefrei und ließ wenn schon nicht die Seele, so doch meine Füße im Nymphenburger Kanal baumeln. Auf den Wiesen im Hirschgarten, durch den ich radelte, lagen die Menschen, baumelnd. Giving in to the prevailing heatwave, I chilled by the Canal, cycled through a couple or three of my local parks - a heady mixture of autumn leaves and a warm golden autumn sun, and people lying on the grass or drinking lattes, everywhere.

Hampstead Heath Manor House tube station the Clock Tower, Crouch End A couple in Hampstead Heath Workmen's cafés aren't what they used to be - check the sign for Mocha Caffe Latte! They say when you are tired of London, you are tired of life. I say, you never get tired of London, just tired of living there. The poet William Blake wrote about London in his "Songs of Experience": I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. No "Songs of Innocence" for London.