Sunday however, was less blue but still very cold so the American and I decided to shake off the cobwebs and take a wander on nearby Hampstead Heath. The last time we came it was the summer and we had a picnic hamper in hand. This time however, it was cloudy and somewhat sticky underfoot... We both regreted not wearing wellies.
The Heath is huge and though there may appear to be lots of people around, it's easy enough to find your own little spot to play in. We took the road less travelled and hunted in the woods.
For reasons I am still unsure of, men seem to love finding a good stick and wheeling it around as though it were a light sabre. Mine was no different.
Happy with his find, we carried on on our mission to find Kenwood House.
Having trudged through mud and breezy winds we found our house... Stick still in hand.
Nestled amongst the sprawling Heath you'll find this beautiful and quite modestly sized house. And it is chockablock full of masterpieces! Both of us were so surprised to find them here- from Reynolds to Constable, Kenwood is quite a treasure trove of finds.
If you haven't ventured north to Hampstead Heath, I couldn't recommend it enough. Hampstead itself is seriously idyllic and I think I said I wanted every house and visit every pub we walked past. The Heath is full of families walking off their Sunday roasts, runners keeping fit, dogs bounding about and lovers holding hands. I suggest going on a Sunday afternoon- it's the perfect end to a weekend in the city.
I have a bunch of blogposts up my sleeve so keep your eyes peeled as we head into February.