Instant autumn karma

There is nothing like an early morning run in Holland Park while the city is still asleep. This morning the paths were covered in crisp, yellow leaves, flanked by carved-out pumpkins that had barely survived the night. Not a single person in sight, it was raining cats and dogs, with bitter leaves still being hurled down from above. There is but one appropriate soundtrack for an excursion like that:

Next time I come there, it will be for the Belvedere and the tune will undoubtedly be different.

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  1. Is that Yoko knitting blindfolded in the background?

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