Thick carpet of dry leves was rustling nervously under our feet as we climbed Primrose Hill on a late November afternoon. It was one of those brilliantly sunny days which occasionally happen in London. From the top of the Hill one can see the stunning panorama of the south east London, with the old St Paul’s Cathedral now looking , among tall blocks, like a small Druid temple. Sunday crowds of London’s sun worshippers were climbing witn me and Gemma, my granddaughter. On reaching the top we looked towards the setting sun. Gemma snapped it when a stray cloud topped it like hat, waving its farewells. When a few minutes later I took another photo, only the golden cloud-hat was touching the horizon. 
I took another picture of the black silhouttes of the human dwarfs watching the majestic descent of our golden giant. Such magic moments are always worth recording.
Tags: London, Primrose Hill, sunset
