Scorchio!

A roasting 32 degreesC. I walked in the park at 7.30pm when it had cooled to 28. It felt hot enough to be Turkey, Iran or Brazil.

This part of NW London was jokingly known as the 33rd county of Ireland in the 1960’s with lots of Irish Pubs and Dance halls. Now the population is more diverse and really multicultural, and as I walked through Gladstone Park I heard many different World languages being spoken.