It's surprising how many messages you can find in a single frame, particularly when your camera is pointed across a street like Piccadilly.
I like the way people make gardens in odd corners when there is no room for them elsewhere, in areas outside basement windows, in passages, in shaded places where things should not, but do manage to grow.
I ask after the health of the parrot which lives round the corner. "It hasn't flown away again", says it owner. It has always worried me that I didn't know its name: " Dot," says its owner. Is it a woman parrot, then?" "I don't know. You have to have a DNA test to find out."