Walking through the close knit streets of London, with the cobbles underfoot and the skies grey, getting lost in the hours and feeling the cold creep into our bones, before slipping into a fire-warmed pub and ordering ale and pies.
These are the rare days we cherish. Too few and too quick. You savour them, as you might savour salty and gravy laden beef swilled down with bitter ale. You might. You should.
Take a care to remember their faces.
Paddy Dobson
20th August 2023