The need to get some fresh air and stretch ones legs is overwhelming after the pleasures of over eating and drinking on Christmas Day and there is no more glorious place to ”take the air” than on Hampstead Heath. Boxing day 2011, like Christmas Day has been unseasonably mild-temperatures nudging fifteen degrees c.-about nine above the average and fifteen degrees more than last years dramatically cold and white Christmas.
We parked at the bottom of Merton Lane with some difficulty, just above Highgate ponds where a cormorant was spreading its jet black wings perched on one of the orange buoys which marks the boundary for the swimmers. One man was braving the December temperatures, as a balding pate of a sixty something man bobbed up and down rhythmatically to an unflustered breast stroke. Not so cold today my daughter commented.
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