Sunday: Dawn

A slight change of tack today - instead of going out for a wander after midnight, I decided to go for a little dawn stroll instead.  I actually got much more out of it.  I went out at 0500 in the morning which, when on nightshift, is the worst time, and the time that you really need a slap round the face with a wet fish to get you going again.

I was amazed at how many revellers there were out and about.  But worse than that - pigeons!  There were so many pigeons around!  I walked round a corner and I swear there must have been about 100 of the blighters just staring at me silently with their blinky black eyes!  I felt like Tippi Hedren!

On another note, my colleague, Penfold, and I have decided that we would like to become Olympic hopefuls in the field of gymnastics.  At least I tried to work on my bendiness by prancing around the room, but Penfold just sat on the sidelines giving me instructions.  I am doubting her commitment.

This is from the bridge at Embankment, looking up river.