Much to our delight, Hyde Park was lush with squirrels. Bursting at its seams with them actually. People were feeding them; they were posing for photos while they nibbled on morsels; frightened children clutching bread were being chased by them.
Then it poured rain. We hid under a tree.
Then it was sunny.
We saw Buckingham Palace (it’s boring) and laughed at the guys wearing fuzzy toilet brush hats.
Then it rained again.
Then it was sunny again, and we found another branch of the café with the free wifi that we have been abusing, and bought coffee and abused the services some more.
