a very private affair

In London there are parks scattered throughout the city, hidden by new towering office blocks or preserved amongst traditional buildings. They range from tiny pockets of greenery to large open spaces where you could easily forget you were in a bustling city if it weren't for the constant trail of planes crossing the sky. The smaller pockets seem so random in their location which I've heard is due to the fact that they were never designed to be parks but were holes in the ground left by Nazi bombs during World War II.

Anyway, yesterday, in true 'Notting Hill' style, Woz, Nate and I met up with Rejeili and Isabella for a picnic in their private garden. An absolutely gorgeous park which is privy to the residents surrounding it. It meant that we were truly able to relax and talk while the kids played, knowing that the only way anyone could enter the park was using a key.

Nate crawled for a long time on the grass towards some boys who were playing football until when he was about half way there he turned and realised he was all out at sea on his own and summarily started to cry.

Woz kept Bella and Nate entertained by carting them around the park in a trolley which they both loved. Their own personal chauffeur in a suit and tie to boot.