Sunday's sunset was particularly spectacular, so once again, I'm going to fill a post with gratuitous amounts of sunset photos. I spent the afternoon at a delightful picnic in the Regent's Park rose gardens, where I was surrounded by the kind of people who bring their own fancy-pants portable espresso pumps to make fresh espresso on the spot:
And so many people had brought wine, I ended up polishing off a bottle of rosé on my own.
I didn't feel drunk until I walked home. I ended up dawdling because the sky was just so pretty. At least, that's my excuse, although I think you'd have to agree with me, looking at this evidence.
I took a short detour via the lake, to watch the sun setting over the mosque, under dramatic Turneresque skies and then walked up to Primrose Hill, watching it changing candy colours as I went further up and over Primrose Hill, starting off pale blue with scudding pink clouds, turning delicate purples as I crested the summit, where I discovered the skies were bright orange on the other side. Gorgeous. I'll just let these speak for themselves.
