King’s Cross Station

When we visit London, we like to stay at The George Hotel in Bloomsbury. To get there we catch the Piccadilly Line from terminal 5 at Heathrow. We will get off either at Russell Square or King’s Cross Station. Russell Square Station is crowded and serviced by slow lifts, whereas King’s Cross, recently refurbished, is spacious and effective. The modern concourse is buzzing with people filling the shops and restaurants. This is a shot of a few of the travellers spending time on the mezzanine floor under the large domed roof.
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Flowers for Mummy

It was a busy Saturday morning in our little town. The streets were filled with stalls of various kinds, staffed with people promoting a multitude of things. This little lady was helping Daddy carrying flowers home for mummy.
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A time to play

It was Saturday and our little town was full of activity. All of the political parties and many of the voluntary organisations such as Red cross, Save The Children, The Heart Foundation, etc etc, had set up stalls and were canvassing for their cause. There were also a number of clubs helping to the fill the street. The main street was packed with people. This little lad had obviously decided to take a break and sat quietly playing with some toy. He looked content and concentrated.

The collector

He was reasonably nicely dressed. He did not look as if he was in any special need. I just think that he followed the maxim “waste not want not” So he carefully checked the dustbins for returnable bottles.
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Been shopping

She walked out of the shop. She was old and bent and struggling along pulling her trolley. As I often do when I see people like that, I wondered about her background. What was she going back to? A lonely flat, a frail husband? Did she have adult children to support her?
or grandchildren to bring light into her life. We are daily surrounded by so many fates, some sad some happy. Behind me a homeless was lying on the wet pavement in an alcoholic sleep a couple of empty bottles next to him. Life moved on