Bright sunshine throws dark shadows, dappling the ground around the highlights. Magpies cackle in the bushes as planes drift overhead. Joggers huff past bins being emptied, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path in front of Kenwood House. The trees dance in slow motion in the gentle breeze.

The fields in front of the Dairy remind me of the south of France – crickets chirping in the tall grass under the blazing sun at 8am!