Hyde Park, 1st of August. The sunlight is streaming through the trees above me and a gentle breeze is whipping small ripples across the water. I am cool and contented. But earlier I wasn’t, I was hot, sticky and muggy and it all went a bit wrong.
I had to change in the park toilets. Not into a dinosaur or a robot or anything, I had to change clothes because I am a rubbish packer and traveler.