At the Top of the Heath

I visited Kenwood House twice this weekend. The first time was Saturday, when Kevin and I met up with Sissy Jen and Tim for a picnic. We brought ham and brie; they brought baps and trifle. We sat underneath a tree on the hill that overlooks the pond and spent a good hour laughing at other people's children and dogs. When the sun became too much, we headed for Camden and watched Sunshine [trailer]. It was a very tense, but enjoyable, sci-fi movie.

Today, I left home early to meet sarcaustick and thirstypixel at Kenwood House, for breakfast. The city was bright, warm and empty (as it has been all weekend.) I broke some kind of record climbing Hampstead Heath because I was late. We spent a good few hours chatting and strolling the grounds of the house. Too soon, they had to leave and drive up to York (they must still be in their car, hopefully not dealing with too much traffic.)

When I got home, I discovered my boyfriend had cleaned and vacuumed everything.