Giraffe

I don't know whether giraffes in bowler hats used to frequent the Park back in the day. He was staring down at me from the old lodge in the north-east corner.
The Park is paradoxically a darker place mid-summer, the trees joining to form a tunnel on Lime Walk, and under-used as ever.

It was my first visit without my adorable akita but I was glad to move at a swifter pace (no, not jogging) and breathe in all that fresh, very fresh, air instead of the microscopic dust currently pervading the house.