I needed to run an errand this morning. When I looked outside, the sun was shining brightly but the ground was wet and there were large puddles everywhere. It had rained and I hadn’t even noticed it.
When it rains this hard, London’s streets cannot cope with the influx of water. Drains gag on the current and uneven surfaces collect huge puddles.
Surfaces were soaking wet and the cool winter sunlight was making no headway in drying them.
In Myddelton Square, St Mark’s Church was basking in sunlight under a blue sky with innocent-looking white clouds. Had there really been a downpour minutes earlier? The puddle says there had.
Making the most of the sunny interval, a grey squirrel darted across the pavement and stopped between railings to watch me. Had I got anything for him? Unfortunately, no, I had not brought my usual bag of peanuts with me. Next time… promise…