Regent's Canal and Primrose Hill

I promised Dad I would do more fun stuff and then write about it, but I haven't been very good at keeping my promise so far. So here's what I've been up to (photos may follow).

Saturday week ago Andy and I went for a walk from Little Venice to Camden along Regent's Canal. It was lovely and sunny but still very cold in the shade, so lots of the canal had ice on top. There were two kayakers floating along, enjoying themselves sliding over icy bits and bashing it with their paddles. We passed lots of very lovely narrow boats (which I wouldn't want to live on, too narrow) and barges (which I would want to live on) with teensy tiny little garden spaces at the side of the towpath. People are so creative with garden spaces when they only have a tiny space and they spend lots of time outdoors. There were wheelbarrows and signs and benches and potted plants and things hanging off the walls and barbecues and it was just lovely. We scrutinised the huge canalside properties in Regent's Park, trying to understand why you would choose to live in London if you were rich enough to be able to afford one of those houses, and mocking the naff faux-Roman pillars several of them had glued on the front.

The canal walk takes you through the zoo, except you can't actually get into it. I learnt that Andy doesn't really like birds - why didn't I know that before? And we saw hyenas prowling up and down in their cage.

We stopped off at Primrose Hill, clambering up to get one of the best views of London. I expected the hill to be bigger - it's really not very big at all, but there is certainly a good view of London. It goes on and on and on and on, I don't think the scale of the place had ever really hit me before because it's so darn flat, you never get a true perspective of the size of it.

Then we went to Camden for a very good burger, and that was about it really.