Victoria - Bow Church

On the bus earlier, flash memory of childhood as it took the sharp turn from Piccadilly into Stratton Street. It was the view from the front window that did it, reminding me of the illusion I enjoyed as a kid, sitting at the front of the bus but lower in my seat then than now, the cars coming in the other direction seeming to disappear beneath vehicle. I used to think: 'We're eating up the cars'. Of course now it was people, the 8s pulling left always take a few by surprise and now that I'm older I'm very slightly holding my breath and hoping no-one will go under, though they never do. It's as irrational as an infant thought.