A return to London after nearly four years. Nothing has changed. The terriers still chase the squirrels in Hyde Park. Russian is more spoken on Oxford Street than English. Marks & Spencer teeter between acrylic and cashmere. The Ten Bells remember Jack the Ripper. The Millennium Bridge wobbles (a bit). The Tate Modern rocks. The Tube hiccups, as Clive James would say, “owing to the engineering”.
And the Nicholas Hilliard miniatures in the V&A still glow as they have for 400 years.