A trip to London for work, with an afternoon free, means I’m changing out of my suit in a toilet cubicle and sneaking out of the building in a camouflage raincoat. The first thing I spot when I arrive at The Regent’s Park in central London is a Grey Heron perched on a dead tree over the water.
It seems quite sleepy. Maybe I’ve just missed it having fish for lunch.
I think it looks like me after hearing the national news.
There are three more Herons lined up along the far bank, so I trek across a bridge and walk along the path until I’m close to them.
It’s at this point there is a torrential downpour and I put everything valuable in a plastic bag.
As it gets dark I set off for Paddington Station and my train.
After one final look behind.