Travelling home from work later than planned served as a stark reminder of the days to come: the increasingly earlier darkness brings with it a completely different perspective of urban London. Time to start taking the front-most seat on the upper deck if possible. For some reason I feel that this mitigates somewhat the depressing lack of anything to see out the window when seated at the back. Strangely - but unsurprisingly - I spend most of the journey home staring at a reflection of myself - and vigilantly looking out for the passengers sat in the rows of seats behind me.

Tonight I am rewarded by the spectacular sight of the lighted-up arch of the new Wembley Stadium under construction as the bus meanders it’s way through the mid-evening traffic on Wembley High Road. It’s not very often that the arch is lit - and in doing so - puncturing the rare glimpses of what remains of an urban horizon with a magical brightness that dazzles. It’s hard to not be captivated by the spectacle.