Light and dark
In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
- Anita Brookner
This morning's March sunshine meant Brockley Central's tail was up as we set off for work. We know it technically isn't the first day of spring, but we'll be blowed if we're going to wait until the Vernal Equinox to celebrate the end of winter. Spring's borders march in lockstep with Brockley's.
So, as a little treat, we allowed ourselves to take the sunnier, slower route to work, via London Bridge. We've been to London Bridge plenty of times since work on the new station began, but never in the sunshine. The new section was lit up like a light box as we walked towards it. Even half-built, the effect of the new, open platforms and glass roof is already glorious.
When the station and surrounding works are finished, this most-important of gateways to the south will no longer serve as a warning to cautious Londoners not to venture any further from north, it will seduce them with whispers of exotica like Herne Hill, Anerley and of course, Brockley.
