The breeze travels in a steady stream occasionally gaining gusty speed. I am drawn to the water's edge like the ducks and swans who paddle near the perimeter. The rippling water moves west with the wind towards the prominent grey clouds. The cobwebs on the green iron fence, the leaves of the fan-like ferns, and the branches of the trees sway in obedience. I put on my Bedale over my tee shirt and striped skirt wondering if London will enjoy sun tomorrow.