There is something almost poetically pure about the crispness of a winters morning. Perhaps it's the lack of foliage on tree's that strips nature bare, leaving nothing to be hidden. Or is it the stillness and ensuing fog that evokes a sense of calm amidst the din of a major city? Whatever it is there are very few more beautiful and simplistic ways to start the day than a brisk walk in December through the parklands of London.
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| River Thames shrouded in mist |
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| Richmond Bridge over the River Thames |
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| The morning chore of walking the dog goes on regardless of the weather |
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| The sun begins its short journey for the day |
