These are Harrods Christmas lights – they’re broadly the same every year and thank goodness for a bit of classy tradition from someone who keeps the standards of ‘Britishness’ flying so beautifully. I know the irony in that statement, so don’t pull me up over it.

I’m in London, for a Board Meeting and other surrounding activities and staying in the nasty dump where I stayed the night I met up with Gail and Ray…..lesson to be learned here – I should NOT have booked a second stay in the place until I’d been there once. I certainly won’t be back there again unless I’m desperate.

The only antidote to an evening shut in a tiny room with no facilities was to spend most of the evening in my office then meander slowly back to the hotel only arriving there at gone 10pm. I took advantage of being at a loose end to jump off the tube at Knightsbridge and photograph the magnificent Harrods in, what is its ultimate glory. What a place.

The shot isn’t perfect, but with no tripod and alone in the dark in a London street, it was not easy to get a shot at all but I do still love it.

With the news rumbling round about the report into Diana’s death and the tenth anniversary ‘celebrations’ this week, it’s an appropriate time to photograph this lovely old building.

Last year, I was showing my wonderful friend Sarah, who knows only too well about my self-destruct buttons, that I could actually, on an odd occasion, be trusted to look after myself!