Coming home from work last night I had a bit of a shock. On the train journey where the train comes out from underground to the surface between Highbury & Islington and Dreyton Park I was met with a glorious orange glow. At first I thought it was a big plastic sign. Then I realised this was the sky and thought London was burning. Then I finally realised that I was looking at the sunset. For the first time in months I was travelling home in daylight. It was a fantastic feeling to see actual evidence of spring and realising that it’s not going to be long before the clocks go forward. The daffodils have come out in the pot just outside the flat too, which is nice (although I can’t help thinking it’s still a little bit early for them isn’t it?). I’ll take photos soon. Meanwhile here’s a photo from my friend Martin who managed
to take a lovely shot of last night’s sunset.