The seemingly endless hours of daylight; though we’re well past the peak of that now.
Swimming in the mixed pond at Hampstead. In winter I use the more Spartan men’s pond, but in summer I go with my partner to the intimate mixed pond where the trees and vegetation overhang the water, and families of ducks and moorhens venture out from the banks.
Summer fruit; cherries, peaches, plums and raspberries, some of the latter from our allotment.
Having the windows at home open all day and night; even when the neighbours are up late and noisy, it’s life, bring it on.
London, outside the tourist packed centre, is half deserted and the roads are empty during the school holidays when people are away. It’s current 7.30 on Sunday morning and the usual background hum of traffic from the North Circular Road is silent.