Hampstead nocturne

We are staying tonight at The Old Man's solitary abode, spending time sifting through old books and photographs, reviving lost memories, making fresh discoveries and relishing old jokes. 
There has been laughter and sadness but no tears.

 We went out for a Thai meal and this was the way back.
London's orange sky at night always puzzled me as a small child accustomed to the darkness of the countryside.