Battersea Park

A lovely Sunday in Battersea Park (which is unrecognisable from my childhood). The children weaved around, narrowly avoiding runners. They both learned to cycle young – Willow was scarcely three when she started. Then they took advantage of the relative calm (the fine weather had not been forecast) to take out a pedallo.

I the park is beautifully landscaped and we lunched at the Italian cafe, watching a young family of coots, whose nest was feet away from us. And to complete the menagerie, two scavenging storks landed on nearby cafe tables.

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