Painted over 3 or 4 sittings in Trafalgar Square as people started to slowly use it again - young families in the Easter Holidays escaping their local busy parks and perhaps venturing a little further from home, couples going for walks, and a few more office workers bolstering what had become the usual cast of Trafalgar Square during a locked down London. In that period, I could enter the square and nod a good morning to the familiar faces of the heritage wardens, the construction workers, cleaners and road sweepers, the couple who would spend all morning on the bench by the men's loos with their trollies and bags of belongings. You could see tarmac the length of Whitehall the traffic was so limited. There was no irate horn blasting. At one point I noticed ducks swimming in the fountains as if in a pond in a sleepy Cotswold Village. The West country boy racers who would normally interrupt the tranquillity of village life with their low suspension and fat exhaust pipes were present here too in the form of obscenely expensive loud sports cars doing circuits of central London all day with no apparent reason other than to draw attention to themselves. However, whether by the duck pond or Nelson's column, it seems I would too be the same: The same grumpy old git!
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