Need to wear in my walking boots before I mount September's summit so took my boots and Mama for a trip up Hampstead Heath. Everest. Hampstead Heath. Potato.
Atop a hill we had a lovely picnic from Emporium bakery: vegetable pizza, tarte tatin, lemon tarte, peaches, pears, and cherries.
Then we trekked back in time to a 1950s German holiday camp as we dived into the swimming lake.
All those bodies wriggling together just like the broccoli and artichoke on our pizzas.
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