“The dusk light is impossibly bright. Timothy Squire is still pale, casting backwards glances as we run. After we are well free of the neighbourhood, I gesture for him to stop. 'You all right?' he pants. I time it perfectly,… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“Thin rays of orange creep up Tower Bridge and I realize I have never seen the sunrise from here. I had no idea that it could rise, almost perfectly, between the two towers of the bridge. This new light is… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
