A very sunny yet numbingly cold February weekend in the Smoke, which was spent mostly outside and, for some reason, mostly by the river - at different ends of London. A trip along the Thames Path east from Tower Bridge with J-Dig on the Saturday, where I walked through parts of London I've never before ventured to and froze my ears, nose and fingers off in the process; Sunday, walking back from Richmond along the river, where everything was bathed in the golden tint of the late afternoon sun. I love winter when it's like this (if perhaps preferring it marginally warmer, as before...)
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