we finished work early and i cycled homeward, meandering through battersea park
everyone looked stressed from the cold, my own fingers and toes were painful
even in the middle of the day it seemed dark and there were specks of snow in the air
yet carters' funfair was up and running, the lights and music creating a little heaven on earth
it is the miracle of the age, everything restored to glossy perfection and hand-painted with enormous panache
it is a national treasure, as valuable as any art gallery or museum
