For a city as crowded, fast-paced and intense as London, early mornings are almost eerily quiet and still.
I love being up at this time of the day, cycling to the café along near empty streets, hearing sounds other than sirens and buses, watching the city slowly come to life as it prepares for the thousands of workers, shoppers and tourists who pour into it each day.
The most glorious morning is Sunday - when the city wakes without me.
