London Photos: London life in images by Kim Gilmour

Autumn is definitely here again. One of the most beautiful times of year.

The cherry blossoms are out in London and the birds are singing. The sky is blue. Strange to think that last month we had the most snow here in almost 20 years!

After attending a 9.30am breakfast meeting (over a delicious spinach, cheese and mushroom omelette at Richeloux, St John’s Wood, which I am still raving about) I wandered down Circus Rd to capture the spring blossoms… sadly, I only had my mobile (again) but you get the idea.

Sunday was the warmest day of the year so far. I still get a tad confused whenever people start queuing up at the ice cream van when it’s actually not that hot – 17C or something.

Is it almost spring?

After some light sleet last night, the skies opened up to reveal a beautiful, crisp afternoon. After lunch I wandered home through Regent’s Park and couldn’t resist taking a snap with my cameraphone… I wonder if this means the end of Winter?

In the three years I’ve been updating this weblog, we come to one of my favourite times of year again. When the leaves start to spill onto the crisp green grass, before they turn into yukky, squelchy mud.
Here’s another of my regular ‘haunts’, Primrose Hill.

Do not feed the pigeons. Fitzroy Square, London.

Unfortunately I’ve yet to see snow this winter, but the satisfying sunshine shone brightly today and I happened to have my camera to hand while going for a stroll in the park. Working next to Regent’s Park is pretty good — if you’re ever in a bad mood you can go for a walk there.

Fitzroy Square – a private square open to the public from May to September – covered in a blanket of snow which disappeared only a couple of hours later, giving way to radiant sunshine. Some loss of sharpness during the resizing. A typical London scene, surrounded by expensive private clinics such as the London foot hospital and a hospital for the clergy. Just off the aforementioned diesel-choked Euston Rd.

Daffodils in the snow at Barbican, London. The snow melted three hours later, so the daffodils weren’t all that cold.

There’s not as much fog in London as there used to be. There’s more pollution, perhaps, but not as much fog visible to the naked eye. None of that industrial pea soup. Sometimes, though, you might see some misty bits.