It’s dark, it’s cold and the air can sometimes be filled with dew but, oh my, London can really look spectacular on a winter’s morning.
I’ve been trying to document my morning #runcommute from the valley of Hampstead Garden Suburbs to Camden via the Heath, Hampstead and Chalk Farm. Sometimes it’s the butcher delivering his orders or builders getting their caffeine fix before they start on a construction site. I’ve seen late-night revellers coming home still a little merry from the night before and the aftermath of a party splayed across the footpath.
From the early morning road sweeper to security guards munching on a bacon sarnie, you see London from a different perspective before it really wakes up itself.
And for a teeny, tiny moment, you feel like it’s all yours.