The best bit about autumn and winter in London has to be walking down the Thames on a foggy morning and discovering an entire city can disappear.
The clocks might be going back in just under two weeks, and that means dark mornings, but let's celebrate everything about the cold weather - open fires, reading on the sofa, winter ales and hot chocolates. I also hope that my view of St Paul's Shadwell will soon reappear as the leaves fall from the trees.
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