Getting back to London was like seeing it with fresh eyes again. After I landed I headed to my Aunty's house in East Malling. I waited in the car while she stepped into Tesco for a few bits. It was about seven in the morning and a rather large cap-tracksuit-and-Reebok wearing man was walking out with his morning supply of Rolos (already halfway through a pack).
I took the second picture at the train station shortly after, and it stood in my photo library like a cold contrast to the previous two weeks of beach images. But I kind of like it.