Saturday was a good day. The morning was freezing (literally – I saw my first frost of the winter!), but I dragged myself out of bed and over to Camden to meet some friends. We shot some little bits and bobs of video for an uncoming thingy-majig, while marvelling at the winter sunshine and ridiculously tame squirrels. Yes, photos will come soon.
Then, after a tube trip home and a fruitless attempt to find a good brownie for a special mission, I noticed the sun dropping towards some promising-looking clouds on the horizon. I rarely photograph sunsets, and find them a little cheesy, but the crisp, clear air, the rippling river and the positively spectacular light show put on by the sky did dazzle me.
I wish I could have seen it from higher up, but somehow, my vantage point was almost devoid of other people or the usual London noise, and I was able to chill for half an hour (literally – it was only about 4C) as the sky transformed from golden, through orange, pink and then to a deep, rich blue.