The thing is, it’s cold. Bloody cold. You can’t leave a steaming, balmy Cape Town and head straight into skin shrinking London. But I have hope. Spring is lurking. And London in the spring is great. The evenings lengthen. The cold recedes…a bit. And tiny buds appear all over the place.
It might seem like it’s still winter…
but a closer look sees crocuses, daffodils and snowdrops popping up all over the place
Even the trees are starting to bud. Promise. Look closely..
Give grey old London a couple of weeks, and she’ll be glorious.