Cities, cats, weather and the odd machine, from London, Istanbul, and the trains between them.
London plane trees, pollarded to knuckles. The 88 in the distance.Contrails going pink over the White Swan.A robin that held still just long enough.A fox doing its rounds at dusk.Commuting by rented scooter, badly.The sea doing its restless thing.Someone flew a leopard.The last boat to Kadıköy, more or less.The Bosphorus emptying the day out.One of Istanbul's landlords.Moda İskelesi, holding its corner of the water.A working sea, a defaced sign.Chin scratch, gratefully received.A kitten deciding whether to trust me.A cloud catching the last of it.Chimney pots and weather over London.Regent's Canal from above, a Royal Mail red.St Pancras, five o'clock gold.Someone's plate said everything.
