I’d heard about the gale-force winds heading for London, so opted for the bus over the bicycle yesterday. It was pretty windy at lunch time, but things must have worsened, because when I left for home in the evening, Bishopsgate Road was eerily trafficless. The only movement was that of newspaper in the wind, and the bustle of 1000’s of commuters, scurrying across the empty streets, cell phones glued to their ears.
Some cars couldn’t cross the Thames due to the winds; other vehicles were blocked by fallen debris. London’s gears grinded to a hault, and people were lost without its trusty machinery. The silence cast a strange apocalyptic yet peaceful glow on the City.
I ended up walking home, savoring the unusual silence that’s usually so hard to find in London. It was a treat but for the fact that the winds actually killed some people. That’s the sad part of the story.
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