I found the Powell Estate in Kennington but didn't recognise it because the trees were new.
It seems I location hunted quite a bit in early September. Here's Taskmaster.
 Or be at one with the scum in the Kyoto Peace Garden.
 I couldn't find whose this was. Barry Letts'?
But did I? 
 A big walk home from drinks with John, and nearly all of London now wards off the low-flying. 
 Yet another big face. The eyes follow you round.
 So do the gronking pelicans.















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