North London still wins.
Staying at home yesterday morning was so tempting. First, because walking all the way to the tube with snow in your face wasn’t that appealing. Secondly, because outside it all looked too beautiful to think I would have to waste a day in a dark office in Hammersmith. Stanhope Road goes down, on a very steep hill a few metres after my block, and then up again right where a little bridge crosses the road. Trees and taller buildings on one side form some sort of frame to the road itself which, normally, wouldn’t be anything worth seeing. This morning it was all completely covered in snow, a white thick layer that made me want to grab a plastic bag, put it under my bum and slide down the road as I used to do on the mountains when I was younger. I looked at the little bridge in the distance, turned and found an even more beautiful Hornsey Lane. As I was walking down the road to get to the tube, I thought I would have loved to just spend the day outside, walking up and down those roads. I wanted to take photos, but I didn’t have time to stop. I heard the familiar noise of the W5 climbing (that bus doesn’t run, it climbs, probably pulled by agonizing hamsters) the road, and promptly jumped on it because being on a bus was better than drag myself with snow up my ankles for the tortuous roads leading to the station. Like a broken record, I kept watching out of the window and think ‘this is stunning, this is stunning’, but considering the tube was running I had no excuses to stay at home or even get in late.
The disappointment of not being able to spend a day playing was partly compensated by the fact nothing, not even a light dusting was awaiting for me in Hammersmith. London has weird atmospheric phenomena.
More morning pictures:
