It's amazing how swiftly the seasons decide to take turns. Walking through the Mall this evening and across St James' Park, an unnerving, yet unmistakable cold autumn wind blew into my eyes inducing tears that stretched across to my ears. Last night too, I needed to pull my arms beneath the covers - something I haven't had to do in at least six months.

My walk home takes me from through Piccadilly Circus, down to Waterloo Place, across the Mall, around Westminster Abbey and along the Thames. The route still fascinates me. For some bizarre reason, I still consider myself a tourist here; it's probably due to my relative lack of knowledge of the city.


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Published by Colm.