It's going to be quiet the next two days here, as The Man and I film a trailer for my book. We're aiming to hit around 40 locations across London and true to form, it's supposed to rain.
No matter. Weather aside, today something reminded me how much I enjoy living here. I was sitting in my study, trying to block out the incessant drilling from the building works next door. In a rare moment of silence, I heard the sound of horses drawing near. Getting up from my chair, I peered through the dust.
There, riding amidst the traffic, were four gorgeous white horses followed by an ornate carriage with five men in top-hats and blazers.
And I thought: this is why I love London.
5 comments:
Top hats and blazers? They weren't undertakers were they?
Good luck with the book.
Sounds like undertakers, we get quite a few of those funerals here in East London.
Yup!
Hm, I never thought of undertakers or funerals. I don't think they were, though - they looked too festive and cheerful.
Aeons ago, I lived in Victoria and would often be woken by the sound of clopping hooves in the street below - the Blues and Royals formed a line of riders each leading a riderless horse - Magic
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