A little while ago, back last autumn, I took a walk across London on a sparkling October day. I called that post London, beautiful city. A moment when I, for one, had a look again at this fantastic place that surrounds us and which we live in.
Today felt like the first day of spring, and London again came out to play. Who could believe the warmth in the sun? I meandered across Bloomsbury to Marylebone with my friend James, watching the light slanting softly across stone and brick facades… one of the happiest days I’ve had in a long time.
I suppose a morning like this was destined to be fun, when I found a tiny red mini parked at a jaunty angle outside the front door, and it carried on getting, well, better. The anticipation of spring fills one with hope. Oh, and you will be glad to hear that my sport car envy has moved on from a Kelly green Porche to a midnight blue Merc. All for the best in 2012.
