I was on my way to Canary Wharf tube station this morning, to get to a meeting over at Victoria, when I was presented with the view above.
The vibrant red sky, so perfectly reflected in the water of the dock below, stopped me in my tracks. I reached for my iPhone instinctively and took several shots of the view as I walked past.
A number of other commuters leaving Heron Quays DLR station did exactly the same, while others paused a moment to take in the view. I had to keep moving, to avoid being late for my meeting (which, incidentally, the other person completely forgot we were due to have – sigh), but I snuck another glance over my shoulder as I walked towards the tube station.
I’m glad I did, because by the time I got to Victoria, the sky was a nasty shade of grey, the wind had picked up, and the freezing rain felt like needles on my face as I hurried along the crowded pavement.
An hour later, having turned around and come home, and the weather was even worse. I’ve spent the remainder of the day holed up in my home office, writing and planning, while avoiding the grim weather outdoors.
This time tomorrow, I’ll be on stage one of my trip to Tokyo – enjoying the hospitality (read: champagne) of the British Airways First Class lounge at Heathrow Terminal 5. And this weather will be a distant memory as I slide into holiday mode.