Snow has been forecast for much of the country but in London we have rain, not heavy rain, but the slow, insistent sort. It’s cold too, at 3°C but with a “feels like” value of -1°C.

Nonetheless, we bravely set out for an admittedly short walk, calling in for coffee on the way – without that encouragement we might not have gone at all!

Pentonville Road – wet but busy

On arriving at Pentonville Road, we found it wet but busy.

Wreath – still surviving

In Claremont Square we see this wreath whenever we pass. Each time we expect it will have disappeared but it doesn’t; it continues to survive. Will it see January out and be here to welcome February?

A day for umbrellas

It’s a day for umbrellas, at least, so far. I hope it doesn’t turn into a day for snow boots.

Curvaceous Tree and companions

Do trees mind the cold weather and lack of nourishing sunshine? It’s hard to imagine how trees might feel, if they do. The bursting out of new leaves in spring certainly seems like celebration but that is probably a fantasy of my anthropomorphic soul! 🙂

Dull skies over Inglebert Street

Every scene was dull in this winter gloom. By now, my hands (for whom the air temperature certainly “felt like” freezing) were reminding me that I still need a pair of camera-friendly gloves. Research needed!

Myddelton Square garden

I peered over the railings into Myddelton Square garden. It looked soggy and – unsurprisingly – was deserted. Deserted, at least, by humans…

The pigeon colony

The square’s pigeons were in attendance and apparently finding something to eat in the muddy grass. Perhaps a fan of Rock doves aka feral pigeons has left some food for them.

Raindrops in a puddle

Rain falling into this puddle (where Tigger photographed the crow drinking – see Window boxes and a crow) describes the conditions more eloquently than my words can.

Waiting at Myddelton’s deli

As we approached the deli, we could see that there were people waiting outside. That was a bad sign if it meant that we too would have to stand and wait in the rain. It turned out that they were waiting for a customer and went away as soon as he emerged. There was a customer inside, however, and he seemed to be waiting for something. Happily, the assistant spotted us standing outside and brought us our coffee and the payment machine. Just as well that we wanted our usual order, eh? 🙂

Tigger held the coffee while I put on my gloves at her insistance, then we made a dash for home.

Hung up to dry

Reaching home, I once again had to hang my battered hat up to dry in the bathroom.

That, I think, is enough adventure for today. Now let’s wait and see whether the promised snow finally arrives…