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Wird Batcher
Picnic basket in the boot, sun shining on the convertible and Rabindranath Tagore's London home, nestled in the crease of the heath, just beyond the wood, we strolled up onto Hampstead Heath, my daughter and I.
Though an occluded front threatened to dampen us, the sun shone for the most part. Green woodpeckers yaffled and landed near us, lemon rumped, to vacuum the red ants. Emperor dragonflies helicoptered around us and a Common tern came and went from the swimming ponds near Keat's house: perhaps our picnic was on the spot where the two poets met on the heath some century since.
The champagne cork blasted off into the blue where Swifts arced. Ring-necked parakeets squawked and Whitethroats protested the Sunday strollers. Blackcaps and Song thrushes sang and Great spotted woodpeckers alarmed a Sparrowhawk's passing. A Kestrel hovered.
Sophia, with her model good looks arrived, pretty on her bicycle, bringing strawberries to the feast. Suddenly a Hobby, carrying a Swift, came past us, close across the hump of the hill. A Kingfisher called from the ponds.
A myriad of grass heads nodded and champagne bubbles fizzed and the hum of the bumblebee became the hum of the city.
Though an occluded front threatened to dampen us, the sun shone for the most part. Green woodpeckers yaffled and landed near us, lemon rumped, to vacuum the red ants. Emperor dragonflies helicoptered around us and a Common tern came and went from the swimming ponds near Keat's house: perhaps our picnic was on the spot where the two poets met on the heath some century since.
The champagne cork blasted off into the blue where Swifts arced. Ring-necked parakeets squawked and Whitethroats protested the Sunday strollers. Blackcaps and Song thrushes sang and Great spotted woodpeckers alarmed a Sparrowhawk's passing. A Kestrel hovered.
Sophia, with her model good looks arrived, pretty on her bicycle, bringing strawberries to the feast. Suddenly a Hobby, carrying a Swift, came past us, close across the hump of the hill. A Kingfisher called from the ponds.
A myriad of grass heads nodded and champagne bubbles fizzed and the hum of the bumblebee became the hum of the city.
