"Bloomsbury has never looked more beautiful. The leaves from the great oaks have turned a reddish-brown, the colour of dear Anish’s magisterial At the Edge of the World. I saw its gloomy, impenetrable dome again the other day just down the road, hung to celebrate Lisson Gallery’s 50th anniversary. When I stared into it I thought about the immense edifice of memory. I remembered, as if it was but yesterday, a young Nicholas Logsdail treating me to a splendid fish supper at the Sea Shell chippie back in 1987. Will another spring ever come? I am lost in thought as young Rodolf enters the room."