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  • Spring, sitting at The Old Thameside Inn, a slightly off-the-beaten-track bar, south of 'The River' in London.

    It was getting late, the day time clients had left to attend to their evening plans, the evening clients were yet to start their revelry The gentle flow of tourists who managed to find this spot had slowed to a trickle. There was barely a hum from the traffic on Tower Bridge, the occasional chug, chug, chug of a passing barge or boat, the subdued clatter of a train as it crossed the Cannon Street Bridge, the soft lapping of The Thames.

    It was quiet, almost hushed and tranquil, a rare moment in Central London.

    The dome of St Paul's Cathedral stands tall and proud as the sun sets on a fine day.
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