I'm not long home from a lovely September stroll through Admiral's Park along the river side to Central Park to the Knife Angel and back again in beautifully sunny (for the most part) weather.
The knife angel was stunning in the 'flesh'. It's not so much about any intrinsic artistic merit, it is about something bigger, I think. Many of the knives were so, so ugly, really nasty weapons, and each one represented people who it will no longer injure and someone who handed it in and, one hopes, has turned their back on knife violence.
One can hope and that's what it's about. Hope. I am so glad I went to see it.
Here's some photos I took on the way there.
I was a bit worried about ankle and calves as this is the longest I have walked since before I went up to Dad's and I wasn't sure if they would be OK or whether they would cramp on me.
It wasn't a very long walk in the wider scheme of things but even so, about an hour and a half at my pace.
I was so chuffed that, yes, they ached and the ankle twinged at one point (a sit down on a convenient bench sorted that out) but I managed and now they feel fine and I feel great!
Absolutely no excuses not to walk to Slimming World and back from now on, is there? And now I can plan a few more walks again and get the strength properly back into my flabby calves. Fantastic!