After my first adventures to Richmond Park, I became slighly more bolder, and wanted to go just that little bit further. I wasn't ready for anything to heavy, so opted for a smaller more urban park deeper into town. I selected Brockwell Park, near Brixton in South London. It would involve a longer car journey, so more getting used to that as well.

As the day came, I made myself up again, and found a different outfit in the attic. I wasn't sure if it was mine or my wife's, but I liked it so it went on.

I had the same drama of getting out the house. I put a raincoat on, big hat and some shorts. Carrying the skirt in a bag. I checked for activity on the street from upstairs, then raced out the door again. Nervous as hell. Quickly got in the car, and rushed out to the next street. I parked up, got out of the clammy raincoat, and swapped shorts for a skirt. I aligned myself, and adjusted everything. I was now ready! I headed off across London to Brixton. Once clear of Wandsworth I started to relax more about being spotted. Having a recognisable car with bike racks on the roof, made me easy to spot by those I knew.

I ploughed on through Clapham, oddly, drivers seem to let me out of turnings more often than normal. I arrived at the park, and had the issue of trying to park the car. All the signs around the park had different limitations on. I found one spot, but I after getting out and having to pass a few people, I couldn't find the pay machine. So back in the car, all flustered, and found another bay not too far away. This required a new app to pay. So i had to download and set all that up. None of this is what I wanted. I wanted to wander freely into the park and experience the joy of being Ophelia. I spotted some old sunglasses of my wifes, and popped them on for a bit more discretion.

All my dramas behind me, I finally entered the park and set off to what looked an open area, away from everyone. My dramas weren't quite over, as I had been talking about meeting an admirer there, but typically, they had lots of meetings suddenly pop up. Sigh!

I walked up to the centre of the park, and found a little shelter. The sun was intermittent, and was currently out, so I tried to grab a couple of pics.

As an amateur photographer, I should know to have the sun facing the subject, sigh!

I didn't really know the park well, so decided to go 'Right' and ended up walking to the perimeter, and then followed the path round the park for a bit. A few joggers went by, mostly female. I tried to work on my posture and facial expressions and mannerisms. This TV lark was tough!

I crossed back into the park when I saw some different things to investigate. There was a sort of play area for kids. I gave that one a wide birth, even though it was empty. I found some pretty gardens all laid out. There lots of walkways through the small garden. Some old Daily Mail type women were walking towards me, so I skillfully changed paths, and walked down the edge of the walled garden and found some empty benches in the corner. Even got to show off my painted navy toenails.

I smelt some of the roses, all Lady-like, and plotted my route out of the garden with the least contact with other people.

I had also seen there was a stately home or something in the park, and headed off to find that. On passing around it, I realised I had seen all of the park, and was now an expert! I walked down to some shops, and had my first experience of passing around people on a pavement. I tried to maintain composure and keep a focused look, not showing panic or lack of cool. I waited at a crossing with people either side of me. Inside I was panicing. Car drivers across the way were looking over in my direction as well. I felt like I was on display. I crossed over, and had another enemy of TVs on their walks, chuggers! They were positioned across the pedestrian area like an opposition rugby team. All lined up to ensure the passer-by couldn't avoid their pitches and requests. Carefully dodged with a head up looking forward manner, I passed by unquestioned. Fearful of having to speak. Still very much something that terrified me.

It was close to the end of my window to be out and about, so I headed back to the car. Thankfully no tickets. I got back in, and after a ragged 3 point turn, headed back to Wandsworth. Again my hackles were up as I feared being spotted driving the car. I 'think' I made it back near my home. Again, I wiggled out of the skirt while parked around the corner, and popped shorts and raincoat on. I left my handbag on the seat under a bag, to collect later. Back on my street, I nervously checked around and did the usual very brisk walk, not a run, to my house. Key in the door, through, closed, done, safe.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, replaced by a big smile. I'd done it again. I wasn't sure if the smile was for the thrill of being out in public dressed, or having had a nice lunchtime of being out and about as Ophelia. Clearly a mix of the two.

I had a bit of time left before other commitments, so had a play at home, and tried on a different wig. Concious I was now middle age, I wasn't sure brunette wigs were a good idea. However grey wigs seem to be thin on the ground. Odd that! I do need to sort my eyebrows out though!