The Royal London Hospital, Whitechapel.

A backblip.
On one of last week’s anonymous, appropriately unreal, sunny days, WonderA and I took exercise around the back streets of Stepney and Whitechapel.

We were entertained by architecture and shadows, but daunted by the invisible but palpable threat that hung over every street in the shadow of the towering hospital.
No sign of the virus or of it’s devastating effect (unlike the last airborne blitz...just the noise of air ambulances thrumming overhead.