Last week before the weather was set to turn quite violently – it mostly missed London – I decided to take a turn in the park on what was promised to be a bright and sunny Winters day. It was beautiful, St James’s Park turned out to be everything a girl could hope for. I took the tube to Green Park and walked through the park of the same name, whereupon I crossed The Mall to enter St James’s Park. It was the prettiest walk, Buckingham Palace on one side, green parks on the other, the view of The Mall, red London buses and black cabs a plenty. You knew where you were in the world.
As I entered the park I saw squirrels, I was so pleased. And then I started to see more squirrels and more and I’d never seen as many fat grey squirrels in one place before, it did make me laugh. And people had bought nuts and biscuits and were feeding these very friendly and very fat squirrels.
I must say that this chap happened to remain quite calm, I’m not sure I would have done, but then I know how sharp a squirrels bite can be, having tamed our own fat squirrels that used to live in the Oak tree at the bottom of the garden and their poor eyesight not being able to distinguish between nut and thumb.
And one day when its warmer I shall come back and watch them being fed, I suspect there may well be some comedy to that.
And then with light fading and feeling a bit chilly it was time to head home.
Bidding a fond farewell to Queen Victoria. I must say, she has a lovely view.