Busking it

I was banging on about how today felt like a day where London's summer is slipping into Autumn, and I realised I hadn't illustrated what I meant.


These jolly buskers on Hungerford Bridge were chirruping away, and when I turned my back to them the view across the river was of this:


I loved the effect of the light under the grey clouds, bouncing off the Portland stone.

And then I turned back again to "my" buskers:


It was as if they were playing hide and seek. How very jolly. Though they sounded ropey, to be frank.