Saturday morning, 7.35am. This hasty phone-photo doesn’t quite capture the sight of London’s iconic buildings awakening out of the mist. There is something quite serene about the damp chill you get on these misty mornings. It is part of that time of day when you can walk alone through places that will be thronging with people in just a few hours. Joggers and postmen know just what I mean.
It is a source of great worry to me that I am not really a “morning person,” and rarely see this time of day. I should do it more often.