London's littlest building site

Covent Garden can be an odd place to work. Andrew Lloyd Webber has offices there and is often seen pottering about. John Barrowman did a book signing the other week too. (Crap, eh?).

Most of the time though it's tourists, touts and media twits like me who occupy her streets.

Recently some new workers have appeared: throwing up a temporary wall around Seven Dials while they give it a bit of a spit and polish. The whole site measures a whopping three meters across, covering up the toilers while they do things with hoses and hammers.   





One recent sunny morning I spotted a fine mist rising over the top of barricades and out over the Dials. It gave the place an eerie, otherwordly feel - like a UFO sighting (or a Bon Jovi concert).


A pretty, temporary water feature.

Seven Dials, pre-hosing