It’s finally here. Spring in London. We feared it would never come. Winter in London has been long and cold and cruel. It seemed as though the puddles under the railway bridge near our house would never dry up and every clear day was always cruelly beaten away by swift kicks of rain and snow. Now we can forget the cold and wear shorts in the park and feel terrible angst at work over being denied precious hours in the sun instead of gratitude for a steady thermostat we don’t have to pay for. I took a walk in Battersea Park in South London to our place in Vauxhall and watched London come alive.