And then today...
.... the piercing sun almost hurt my eyes. It is a strange feeling when you emerge from weeks and months of semi-darkness to find white clouds floating across a pastel-blue sky, the unexpected brightness causing you to blink involuntarily.
Like mammals awoken from hibernation, two of my fellow-Londoners and I brunched on some yummy crepes and made our way to Greenwich in south-east London. Enroute we spotted some yellow daffodils, the brave survivors of that unseasonal snow shower that had pelted across town barely 48 hours ago.
This was the view at Greenwich today (Naval College Gardens).
Standing atop the Cutty Sark (the last surviving tea clipper that sailed a century ago) the gently-curving Thames and the river boats headed for the Greenwich Pier were a sight for sore eyes.
The new financial district at Canary Wharf, as seen from the bow of the Cutty Sark, looked deceptively placid in the sunlight.
Finally it felt like April had arrived in London, if only for a day.
Like mammals awoken from hibernation, two of my fellow-Londoners and I brunched on some yummy crepes and made our way to Greenwich in south-east London. Enroute we spotted some yellow daffodils, the brave survivors of that unseasonal snow shower that had pelted across town barely 48 hours ago.
This was the view at Greenwich today (Naval College Gardens).
Standing atop the Cutty Sark (the last surviving tea clipper that sailed a century ago) the gently-curving Thames and the river boats headed for the Greenwich Pier were a sight for sore eyes.
The new financial district at Canary Wharf, as seen from the bow of the Cutty Sark, looked deceptively placid in the sunlight.
Finally it felt like April had arrived in London, if only for a day.
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