Read by Sophie Morris-Sheppard
Is it the lights or is it the sound that makes me remember?
The frost down at Blackfriars now seeps onto land from the river, so that it's no longer possible to tell where the divide comes. Catcalls and mist carry memories from this time last year. Donkeys are still giving sleigh rides, children still skating on beef ribs tied with leather to the soles of their shoes. Old Punch is there, knocking Judy for six while a fat man collects pennies from the people who watch.