Rain

There was actually some rain in London today. This has been a very strange February - strange winter in fact - and real rain of any kind is almost a treat. There's been a lot of windblown spit, but this evening, on the way back from shopping, the darkness, the rain on the windscreen and the blurred lights all came together and I roared right back to some earlier previous similar.

There is also a flavour that differentiates Saturday from Sunday. More bustling, more people still working: a hangover from the main part of the working week. Still to be transformed by the magic of Sunday morning.