Parky

Brrr … It was bloody parky in the park this morning.

It was even worse stepping out of the door at ten past five in the A.M. to have the breath sucked out of my body by invisible dæmons, lurking in the freezing Norfolk darkness (much like other freezing darkness but with a faint hint of duelling banjos and squealing pigs).
Fuck it was cold!

In search of autumn colour, when I reached London I swapped my usual walk along the Thames Embankment for a stroll through Green Park and St. James's Park.

It was still pretty green.
The pelicans were happily pootling across the lake in front of the Parasite House.

As with Norwich yesterday, I found one tree …
Just one smegging tree in the whole of St. James's Park with enough balls to give it some autumn.

In Green Park the planes were staying green, though somebody from the parks department had emptied some bags of dead leaves on the grass to make it look a bit more seasonal.

I know just what will happen: I'll wait a couple of weeks and the whole place will be a blaze of colour but it will be too dull and rainy to get a decent photograph.
Hey, ho …