Repose

Fifty years ago I found myself in London during the coolest and dampest summer I had ever experienced.

The trip had started off on the wrong foot, and went downhill from there. This fellow feeding the pigeons looked a bit weary of the weather as well, but at least he was dressed for it.

I did return to fair Albion twenty years later, during the hottest and driest summer on record (that record has since been broken many times.) That trip was definitely more enjoyable.