Hampstead

The truly weird thing about being in Hampstead is how very like 20 Hillside it feels when I look out of the window (it's a little too chilly for sitting outside).  Much of today I had my head down working, but I did go for walks this morning and afternoon to try and orient myself a bit better.  Observations: it's very hilly!  (so, for that matter, is Wimbledon).   There are lots of huge - really huge - red brick houses, and, in West Hampstead, lots of very tall, imposing mansion blocks.

Then, as it started to get darkish in the afternoon, the Heath was - well, leafy, and somehow wilder and not at all like the Common.  

I wasn't, I think, in the best part for views - this is looking towards Cricklewood, I suspect, not the city, and nor did Constable paint any clouds like this here - not that I remember, anyway.  Indeed, it's got that sickly yellow Millais look ...

Oh, and then, heading down the hill, there are some shops with covetable items.