Tea,coffee and toilets as we enter Hyde Park.
The weather's not good for business. May half-term and a solitary boat on the lake.
We debate whether or not, a few years ago, we trusted our lives to a rowing boat. We;re not sure. My usually good memory is failing us. I have vague recollections of going round in circles; laughing; not being able to steer. Was it here? Was it us?
We joke about the lido. Open from the end of May. Surely not yet. Madness (but not on a par with Moscow).