A small shrine

London streets are dangerous, like any other city these days. After each accident, flowers seem to blossom overnight, and then slowly wither over the ensuing years. Strapped to lamposts and railings they look like sacrifices to the unheeding gods.

This one is a little different. Paper boy William was knocked off his bike and killed three years ago, but every time I go past there are always fresh flowers. Tonight as I drove by, there was a lit candle as well so I stopped to capture it for you. As I was taking the photo a stranger came up and shared the story of his young nephew, who died in a road accident in Liverpool. So spare a thought for William and his story, and take care.