Regents Park stroll

I did warn you this blog would be fairly Camden-centric, it’s true I rarely venture to far from Camden, there is not much need when there is so much going on here, but until I have covered most of what is great about Camden, then I can venture further out.

With it in mind that the weather would imminently turn from our glorious mini heatwave back to more common grey skies, Sunday was my last chance to venture out for the day.   Regents Park being handily placed a short walk from my home was an obvious choice., with better planning it is the perfect location for a picnic with friends, but there is still plenty to do there on the spur of the moment.

I began by joining the Regents Canal close to my home, a far more pleasant jaunt than accessing it through Camden’s busy streets,sharing the path with fishermen, joggers, and a few alcoholics, you pass murals under the bridges which crop up now and then before the council can hastily paint over them, they even did this to some original Banksy artwork, just shows the level of intelligence needed to gain employment by the council.

You soon emerge into Camden Lock which I mention briefly in my post of the barge trip, today the banks are lined with tourists feasting down on the myriad of food options present in the market and I am horrified to see an empty beer can fly over our heads and plonk into the canal (is it really that hard to not throw your litter?!)  We squeeze past the throngs blocking the pathway posing for photos or surrounding a busker and exhale once we are past the worst of it just over the lock bridge and continue on the Regents Park.

Only a few months ago on this stretch we had to make way for a guy cycling a penny farthing and ducking his upper body to one side to manoeuvre the upcoming bridges, not something you see everyday and made me wish I remember my camera more often.

The towpath turns towards the park running parallel to the zoo, we stop to look at the wild boar, lazily basking in the sun.

We enter the park and it is buzzing, but relaxed.  Families are walking their dogs, children riding bikes, there are hundreds of separately played out football matches taking place, cyclists whizzing past and weaving in and out of the passers-by.    It’s great, you immediately feel like you have left London as you only see an expanse of green circled by trees erupting in contrasting pink and white blossom set against a vast blue sky – it’s not often in London you get a clear view of the sky.

We eventually arrive at the boating lake and this is where many people have set up camp for the day, it’s a beautiful spot, teaming with bird life, swans, herons, a variety of ducks and the ubiquitous pigeon, who look far healthier than the cousins in central London – must be the clean fresh(er) air!   You envy at the mansions surrounding the park, seeing them peaking form between the trees and wonder how amazing it must be to draw your curtains (or have your maid draw them for you) and gaze upon this park every morning.

Many people are out on the lake, on hired rowing boats, where one poor fellow is doing all the work while his family of four others take it easy and enjoy the ride, other people have decided to share the workload and are tirelessly working away on pedallos.   These can be hired for per adult at £6.50 for an hour or £4.85 for half an hour, seems a bit cheeky to charge per person rather then per boat, but in the scheme of things, it’s not a great amount to be charged for a nice experience.

We circle the lake passing the stunning facade of Regents College and on past the tennis courts and the open air theatre and after a short while we arrive in the English gardens.   I was here only two weeks prior when the daffodils were in their full glory, today it is the tulips turn and they are standing proud in the flower beds in an array of stark colours, it’s amazing, the smells and variations of flowers and plants here is incredible and praise must go out to the team responsible for this, always fresh and different whenever you visit, it is immaculately well kept.   We turn a corner and find ourselves ambushed by a student tour group, we dizzily emerge from the melee, and continue our stroll back up the other side of  the park.

On the way we see a couple of dogs of the same breed, tiny digs, big wide squashed faces and large cat like ears, I probably should know what they are but I am a cat lover so I stand firm in my ignorance.   They bounce around off leash like rabbits, greeting each other, then as we walk higher up the path there are more and more, this strikes me as very odd, for a dog I have rarely seen to suddenly see so many, but then there is a waiting group, and about 50 of these dogs, so obviously a meeting point for certain dog enthusiasts who must meet online and hook up to admire each others pooches.   The dogs are loving it, the freedom of running around in the sunshine, exactly mirroring how I was feeling.

We left the park, adamant I would plan a picnic, bring a frisbee and my camera and spend far more time enjoying this amazing space.

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  1. Phew…I thought you were referring to New Jersey…

    Like this style!

    • You are the second person to notice my blog, many thanks! I was in such a nice mood after that day out, now the sun has disappeared I can return to being a grumpy Londoner!


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