After my exhibition, Magnolias of Hampstead, I started noticing a different kind of flamboyant flora: dandelions.
Some made themselves known in Childs Hill, the borderland between Hampstead and Cricklewood, and a title suggested itself.
To be strictly honest, some of these are actually not dandelions “of Cricklewood” but of Hampstead.
I make no apology for that: walking with my beloved schnauzer, Peanut, I get around a lot.
We also walk in the rain:
And at night:
