London does not adapt particularly well to heat, especially underground, but sitting quietly thinking of cool, fresh spaces keeps the journey within the limits of sanity. Here's a lovely early evening view from the Mothership's house across the barley to the beck. Most mind soothing in a sweaty tunnel...along with the thought of a glass of Pimms at the other end!
PS Note from Fabwyck to McKinky: my regards to Nigel ;o)
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