This was in fact the first strand of the day I visited the London Fashion Weekend and just a glimpse of the end, and what a day it turned out to be.
The rainy start began in Caddington and continued till I parked the car close to East Finchley Station; by the time I stepped out at Charing Cross, the rain had abated, but the colour had not altered from Slate Grey (back at base my choice of Creativity background paper!) But at the far side was the Bright Blue Cockerel, which immediately brought a smile to my face – the contrast from the greys and blacks of many of the buildings and the Edwin Landseer Lions was wonderful to behold. The Lions still held their charm for climbers of all ages to be photographed between their benign forelegs, and it was a greta way to relax before the more serious task of trying to do justice to the models on the Fashion Show Catwalk in Somerset House.
I wanted a record of the new Routemasters plying their trade along London’s thoroughfares, and the cyclist on a Boris Bike, now snubbed by Barclays for our daring to criticise their flagrant disregard of their customers, their financial gambling and their extortionate bonuses. One sign caught my eye, and I realised just how poor we have become when I spotted a capital ‘L’ replacing a lowercase character on a small sign!
I used to work in London, but spent my time only considering the fastest route between one place and the next, only very rarely stopping to look around me, well not this time. The entire gallery of images were my personal observations over a period of just over thirty minutes as I strolled and observed, and after one chance encounter, started singing the words from ‘Streets of London,’ I will leave readers to guess the precise moment when my singing started.