Here is a heron enjoying the morning sun on a remote stretch of water in the depths of the English countryside. Er, not exactly, I sidled up to him this morning in Regent's Park, a stone's throw from the roar of traffic in Marylebone Road and the queues forming outside Madame Tussaud's. The miracle of central London's parks is easily overlooked.
"A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: for life is short" - Schopenhauer.
Sunday, 2 September 2007
Nature Notes
Here is a heron enjoying the morning sun on a remote stretch of water in the depths of the English countryside. Er, not exactly, I sidled up to him this morning in Regent's Park, a stone's throw from the roar of traffic in Marylebone Road and the queues forming outside Madame Tussaud's. The miracle of central London's parks is easily overlooked.
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