London in December is cold. Sometimes it is sunny and cold and sometimes it is cloudy and cold. But it is cold all the time. Happily that's only half the story because it also has a man-made warmth that makes the cold bearable - even attractive. I think it's the juxtaposition of the cheerful conviviality of the coffee shops and pubs compared with the icy exterior. At least, that's my take on it as I survey the greyness just on the other side of the windowpanes from where I sit enjoying my glass of merlot.
Kingston Bridge is relatively new but the architecture and greet lights give it an olde worlde ambience during the day...
And a fairytale feeling at night.
And the railway bridge is interesting from below.
I love the changing moods of the river -sometimes bright and colourful; at others grey and melancholy, but always serene and unhurried.
My favourite image...
The swans seem to have a never-ending appetite.