There’s this thing in Hollywood called "Golden Hour," the coveted 60 minutes or so shortly before sunset (or just after sunrise) during which the angle of the sun and the diffusion of the light through the atmosphere make virtually anything photogenic.  Multi-million-dollar productions are often scheduled quite tightly around maximizing the on-camera time available during these precious, lovely, all-too-brief moments.

Some people might question the wisdom of visiting London, which is roughly as far north as Winnipeg, in the month of December.  The sun is only up for about eight hours a day, much of that time is spent under clouds and rain, and it’s often a damp sort of cold that carries right through two layers of clothing.  At best, the sun never gets more than halfway above the horizon.  All told, there’s a reason the weather forecasters here will often term entire days as "dismal."

All true.

But when the sky is clear, and the sun does come out… the entire country is in Golden Hour.  All day long.

I will miss being here.