Yesterday morning, as my bus turned onto Waterloo Bridge, I spotted these climbers* on the side of the Queen Elizabeth Hall. I’d say that was at least a 6+, I can just about see a few helpful arête’s along the way. I’m not much of a climber but I know a few who’d try this!

* not actually climbers, not even really any climbing happening, but I was impressed by the lack of machinery involved in stripping this wall of it’s giant  poster.


For a few early hours yesterday morning, the snow covering my little corner of south London lay surprisingly untouched, all was landscape again. Little white mounds of  hibernating  commuter cars lined my street,  pavements lay un paved, edges, form, material forgotten. Or at least to me,  as I indulged in this momentary  wildness outside my front door. Human things, all covered up by a natural thing. This, quite simply  is what most enthrals me. Things that seemed so solid are so very quickly gone, although I’m aware they are hiding below the surface,  it pleases me to think of them as just ‘gone’.

I like to think of the snow cover as a regolith (although perhaps  not technically so, a regolith being ‘the outermost layer of loose, hetrogenous material covering solid rock on a planetary body’. For the record, I am entirely uncertain of whether fallen snow is heterogeneous or homogenous). Yesterday morning the snow was the outermost surface we had to work with and make paths through, to some extent less influenced by the constraints of path, pavement, roads, driveway, crossings, pot holes and markings that would normally govern our movement. for now, we can experience our everyday environment differently, perhaps more driven by our own desire – to walk in the sunny spot, to take the shortcut, to not slip on the ice! In honour of this I walked down the middle of the road as that’s where I get the best view.

Rahima Fitzwilliam Hall

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