King's Cross

Madness. 18 hours after I left last night I was back at King's Cross/St Pancras to meet up with an old group of friends. I still can't quite believe that this is what the King's Cross area has become since I was a Community Education worker here in 1974. (Remember when there were such services...?)

The massed fountains here have been switched off in the darkness but as I arrived they were beating out such a fantastic syncopated 4/4 rhythm that I had to stand still for a minute or two in the sun just to listen to it.