Kenwood Ladies Pond, Hampstead Heath, London NW5 1QR, UK
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elodie
08/11/23 15:29
I was quite adventurous when I sent my son off to university in London in September. He is my eldest child and is quite young. We reside in a small village in rural France. I was feeling nervous. I went swimming at Ladies Pond to start the day, danced at the Hampstead Heath Tumulus, which is a very powerful location, and then took in the breathtaking view from Parliament Hill. After getting some necessities from Argos, I met my son under the wings in Angel. While I got a coffee and talked to another gorgeous traveller who told me about her adventures in South America, some lovely women looked after my packages. While perusing independent book stores, I selected a few paperbacks that had brown paper covers, descriptions, and the label "A blind date with a book." My son was enthralled with one of them. Later, as we emerged from a bank where we were standing and watching a man perform music and create a little buzz around him, we saw that he was cutting the hair of a homeless man. Later, a youngish woman was chatting to a middle-aged woman outside a cell phone store about a homeless support shelter that could assist her.
Your son will be safe here; this is a magical, opportunity-filled, community-centred place where people will be looked after, the city seemed to be telling me.
I was quite adventurous when I sent my son off to university in London in September. He is my eldest child and is quite young. We reside in a small village in rural France. I was feeling nervous. I went swimming at Ladies Pond to start the day, danced at the Hampstead Heath Tumulus, which is a very powerful location, and then took in the breathtaking view from Parliament Hill. After getting some necessities from Argos, I met my son under the wings in Angel. While I got a coffee and talked to another gorgeous traveller who told me about her adventures in South America, some lovely women looked after my packages. While perusing independent book stores, I selected a few paperbacks that had brown paper covers, descriptions, and the label "A blind date with a book." My son was enthralled with one of them. Later, as we emerged from a bank where we were standing and watching a man perform music and create a little buzz around him, we saw that he was cutting the hair of a homeless man. Later, a youngish woman was chatting to a middle-aged woman outside a cell phone store about a homeless support shelter that could assist her. Your son will be safe here; this is a magical, opportunity-filled, community-centred place where people will be looked after, the city seemed to be telling me.