the adlards

There’s something magical about the first Monday after the clocks go back. When everyone pours onto the streets of London into the pitch dark after work there are sparkles in eyes because it feels unexpectedly like a still winter’s evening just before snow; there’s an implicit camaraderie, expressed very occasionally in the flicker of a smile, between those doomed to walk the same dark path each night in increasing cold for the next four months.

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