It was a brisk Sunday morning in early November—one of those days with the warm and deceptive sunshine that filters through a cloudless crystal sky. On the excellent advice of an even-more-excellent friend, I cycled my way across to Colombia Road in East London for the flower market that floods the little lane most Sunday mornings.
The bustling market rang with hawkers challenging their neighbours for the best sales; calls of ‘an orchid for a fiver’ were nearly ubiquitous. A spectrum of blossoms flowed down both sides of Colombia Road—cacti, herbs, tulips, orchids, Christmas trees, and a dozen technicolour shades of heather. The cheerful rainbow of flora cut through the late-autumn chill and provided a magnificent start to a lazy London morning.