When I think back to my childhood and the long summers where we seemingly did nothing all day except play with our friends and laze about, I can vividly remember the days when the ants grew wings and flew.
I remember sitting in the front garden and watching the ants emerge from the various holes they had dug between the paving stones and garden steps, unfurl their wings and start to fly (usually crashing straight back down to earth).
Well, today seems to be flying ant day in London.
We spent most of the afternoon on Parliament Hill, enjoying the gorgeous weather with Strawberries and Champagne, sunscreen and the Observer. The views over London are spectacular... you can see the towers of Canary Wharf and The City facing each other off in their never-ending feud for supremacy... you can see the tips of the crown of the dome... the BT tower... the London eye....
We took the North London Line back to mine... big mistake. Crowded, slow, late. Just grim :-(
At Canning Town, I saw the first flying ants (there were none on Hampstead Heath... it must be an East London thing).... the DLR platform was swarming with them.
And then... at Westferry: the same. Flying ants absolutely everywhere. Fantastic!
The interesting thing is that flying ant day last year was July 18, apparenly. So we're a week "early" this year.