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The Brass Jaw gig was in Finchley on a Sunday afternoon: so I walked there, and I walked back, when I took these photos...

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The highest point near my house: sunrise from Alexandra Palace.

The City, Docklands and the south shore of the Thames by sunrise.

The Hoover Building is in Perivale, a western suburb of London. I have been past many times, but I cannot remember ever going to Perivale before.

It was dawn; surprisingly beautiful.

Heading west for the wassailling, we drove past the Hoover Building just after sunrise. After the light-industrial mess of the North Circular and the Western Avenue - an unattractive jumble of buildings and hoardings together with a modern sprouting of budget hotels - seeing the art deco grandeur of the Hoover Building was spirit-raising: a beautiful sight.

So I went back early on Monday morning: yet another sunrise...

( More pictures of Salisbury Cathedral... )

Going back to posting photographs ... I spent a weekend in Salisbury in October. I took a lot of photographs of the cathedral, almost obsessively.

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For the summer's celebration of the 1951 Festival of Britain, the Royal Festival Hall decorated its fifth floor.

Another walk, from Limehouse to the Tower. To the accompaniment of "Limehouse Blues", of course.

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I wandered around the City one night. It sparkled.

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I spend a lot of time at the Southbank Centre - talking in the public space of the Royal Festival Hall, listening to jazz in the Queen Elizabeth Hall - or sitting in late summer sunshine on the garden they erected on the roof of the QEH, as I did in Spetember.

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When I was at school, the tuck-shop - a student-run, wholly commercial operation - had currant buns from Grodzinski. They were unlike other currant buns (of which I remain fond).

I saw that Grodzinski (and Daughters) still exists. So I walked there, and took some photos on the way. They didn't have the same currant buns - though what they did have were very good.

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Walking from Kings Cross through to the City, back in September.

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I often go to Tate Britain, and sit in the cafe looking at St Paul's, across the river. In winter, you can watch the sun set on the cathedral.

And some older pictures, too...

In the last big freeze - not this one, but a few weeks ago - I walked around Wincanton, in Somerset. With my camera, natch.

We seem to spend a lot of time in Bath. The city, that is. We were there last weekend, when I took no pictures whatsoever; and we were there for twice last year, too, the first time in September and then again just after Christmas.

The weather was excellent on both occasions. In September, I spent so long on a tour of the abbey tower – including the bells and the rather wonderful clock-works – that I ran out of time to look at the rest of the abbey; I put that right in December.

Bath remains full of gorgeous Georgian architecture, and I took pictures all around the city centre, too.

The blue sky showed off the honeyed sandstone.

Last November, I found myself in Glasgow. I thought I had planned it so I would walk straight onto a train, but in fact I had a couple of hours to spare, so I left my luggage at the station and walked down to the Clyde, and then around the centre of the city. It was a long while since I had been to Glasgow, and it was a beautiful, sunny winter’s afternoon.

Of course, I took some pictures.