I wrote about 4,000 words today. And they're good words. The best writing day I've had in an age. It all happened in this perfect park and now I'm superstitious about going there and dreading when the days will be too cold to sit under the trees and write.
On an obliquely related topic, somebody sent me this video on Friday. I crack up at "all fecund in its nuttiness" every single time. (Though, I should warn you not to watch if there are little ones within earshot, unless you want to raise a cast of Roddy Doyle characters).