Snow in Bow

Midnight and we couldn't sleep with light pouring through the windows, so we went out for a walk.  The mixture of snow and light pollution meant almost as bright as a dark December day, only much more magical. We wandered around almost three hours, winding up in Tower Hamlets Cemetery which really was virtually daylit, a snowy crunchy silent waking dream where every photo instantly comes from the 19th century. Sharing the East End with a small sprinkling of people- some drunken snowman builders, and an impressively polite snowball fight in Tredegar Square, the fine people who rise from their beds and put lots of clothes on and venture out just for some surreal grooving in the snow.