At one entrance to Hampstead Heath, there is a beautiful old mansion, made of brick. Apparently, at many of the entrances to the park there are old mansions, but this is the entrance from which I chose to enter, and I found this building to be particularly beautiful. It threatened rain the entire day that I was at the Heath. I kept fearing that I would have to bolt out of the park and find the nearest bus, that could take me remotely near where I lived in London. However, by some beautiful twist of fate, it rained for about twenty minutes before I arrived, stopped, and held off until I got home. I was so happy. I had walked around a fairy tale park for hours under a cloudy sky. What could be more magical?
Hampstead, London, England, UK
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