London

...has some wonderful hidden places. St. George's Gardens was worth a slight detour yesterday and looked lovely in the summer sunshine - although some guy sitting quietly on one of the benches with a big dog at his feet and, in a bag next to him, a seemingly endless supply of needles, rather spoilt the ambience.



Nevertheless, a lovely quiet interlude between noisy streets - there was even something there for Taz.




The shepherd's must have been delighted with the red sky last evening too. Just ignore the 3 incandescent ducks flying right to left across the field of view and the thin reflection of Richard Branson's First Class cutlery on the table...I was merely passing through. As I type the Jet Stream has just started to deliver the first installment of today's promised severe weather warning.

Shepherds, tsk, who'd 'av 'em.