Got up relatively early this morning and headed into London for a writing session at the Royal Festival Hall. I got some great words done yesterday but didn’t really leave the house, which is maybe not a good thing.  Stepping outside this morning was like being hit in the face with ice. It’s a stunningly crisp and cold day.  I think it may have rained / sleet(ed) during the night.

Town doesn’t seem busy yet – there’s a bit of haziness to the air, like the air itself has a lot of water in it that’s almost visible to the eye.  I love days like this.  It makes my town look a bit magical.

Here’s a photo I took on the train as we were leaving Waterloo East station, heading for Charing Cross.

London Eye, River Thames, Houses of Parliament