Cold wind and relentless rain. A man revealing a large blade from under his coat to a friend, whilst crossing Chelsea Bridge. A goose and three goslings walking towards the river by a church. An aggregates ship making its quiet passage downriver on a regular sail. The toxic blast of bus exhaust fumes at the lights. A gust of the underworld whilst passing the entrance to South Wimbledon station. The seemingly eternal flame on a street corner, in memory to a motorcyclist. The end of journey refuge of an old eating establishment (‘the traditional Yorkshire way since 1971’).