The sky over London

Wednesday is my long-distance commute day, which involves leaving the house by six at the latest. This is almost unbearable when the alarm goes off, but really quite nice once I'm outdoors (or it is so far. All bets are off for the winter...).

I like the feeling of being out and about when most people are still fast asleep, and the quality of the light, and of the air. It's a little bit like an i-spy book: 10 points for seeing the milkman, 5 for a flower which hasn't opened yet, 15 for the first proper yellow ray of sun.

I think this spot scores at least a 20, even though it didn't turn up until almost seven, when I was waiting for my bus at Victoria. Almost proper daytime!