Clapham Junction

The ladies with the legs were on the way to Ascot.  I, however, was rather scruffily dressed and on my way to Mortlake.   Spent a delicious afternoon with my best pal, Mary.   Gorgeous sitting in the sun, although I soon regretted choosing to wear jeans.  It was not so warm earlier in the day when I left home.

Trains were delayed, Clapham Junction swarming with people. A large number were all dressed up, slightly tipsy and sunburnt, on their way back from Ascot.

I am now ensconced on the sofa with a cold beer. Bliss.