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  • I'd headed to the festival early so it was about eight thirty when I walked down Marylebone past Madam Tussaud's and the overcast sky was only just becoming light. I've always loved that mixture of dawn and artificial light when the world is waking up.

    As I walked toward the tree lined part of the street I saw it. The fat little road sweeping vehicle scooping up leaves that had been brushed into a neat line up the pavement for it to collect. They are funny little busses the road sweepers. They try to be cute but they are noisy and usually smelly from the dirty rubbish they sweep up all day. And they are always in the way if you're in a car or now on the pavement too. However I suddenly felt an affection for this little vehicle as it's small golden headlights fell on the golden leaves in the blue morning light. It was a festival too. A festival of rich colour and light. And from one festival to another I made my way forward, smiling.
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