I fondly remember the Summer of 1985 when I lived in London. Those were the Summers when global warming hasn’t set in, when the sky was blue and without a cloud. When the grass was green and the air was crispy clean.
One Sunday, I found myself in a park in north London – Hampstead Heath. That was an ideal Summer day I had been longing for – blue sky that could intoxicate me, well kept green lawn, white heritage building (Kenwood House) in the background, people lying on the grass enjoying the sunshine and children playing as if the whole world belonged to them.
On seeing this picture ( original slide now digitized) taken that year, my only thought is – take me back, take me back to the parks of London, take me back to 1985 when everything seemed so nice, slow and mellow. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .