Now, a London sunset photoed in 2016 starts to mean more, metaphorically, than it did, literally, at the time:
In 2016, this was just another evening with great lighting effects. But is there about to be a metaphorical sunset for London on a far greater scale?
Once again, cranes. And I love how the evening sun turns boring blocks into giant gold bars.
But will London go on being golden? Just how bad will the reckoning be, when the problem stops being how to end Lockdown and becomes how to pay the bill for Lockdown. I don’t doubt London’s future greatness. But how long will it take for that to become clear to all?
The first Lockdown I could take, given that I and most of my friends could just about afford to take it. The next one, the one now being threatened, is far more depressing to even contemplate, given than it has no business happening at all, and given that the people presiding over the current scaremongering are the very ones we will be depending on to get us back on track.