The Sun Sets in the West

For those that may not know, I work in Notting Hill. In parts bohemian and others desolate, it’s not quite the romantic vision non-visitors hold. Nevertheless it has its moments, from herds of elephant statues, mad sculptural exhibitions involving fire-breathing robot bulls, and this, spied while leaving the office the other night, through the scaffold:

In the distance lies Holland Park, Westfield, Shepherd’s Bush and beyond.  Eventually, me.