I normally walk across St. James’s Park in the early morning. How different it looks in the evening sun:
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St. James’s Park (1)
I once got into trouble with my family for saying that my favourite part of the day was walking in the morning across St. James’s Park. They thought it sad that a grown man should have so few other pleasures. But I have to confess that I enjoy it still, particularly at this time of year when the air is bright and the shadows long.
I used to always pass a man who I assumed was on his way from Albany to the House of Lords. There are always small groups of tourists taking photographs and runners. As I cross the bridge, I remember a description of Ian Nairn looking east across the lake towards Xanadu.