
The winter high moved away and there were two weeks of rain before the webcam saw another cloudless day. By now the shadow’s really started to get a shift on, west yes but also a lot further south. The days are getting longer.
Chasing shadows round the City

The winter high moved away and there were two weeks of rain before the webcam saw another cloudless day. By now the shadow’s really started to get a shift on, west yes but also a lot further south. The days are getting longer.

Not a cloud in the sky… another sparkling crisp day with pressure a rare high. We’d walked into the centre of town to make the most of the weather, amusing ourselves mid-miserable lockdown by pointing at fruffed up teals and spherical pelicans in St James’s Park. The Thames was like a mirror traffic-free under the windless high, as I’ve never seen it before.

One thing you can say about this time of year, the shadow’s westward movement certainly makes up for its feeble attempts to head back south. The graph plot hugely exaggerates the actual east-west movement, but using the Royal Exchange as a marker, there’s no denying the shadow’s heading west pretty quickly.
After a few cloudy days this counts as another lucky shot, with the east of the city under deep dark shadow there. But unlike the last, this day cleared up and I actually left the flat for a very cold walk along the river at Wapping in fast-fading orange light. It stayed clear and bitter all evening and that night the pond froze. A good time to rely on webcams.

Happy new year. Still locked down and with no end in sight. I’d got up late and it had clouded over, but the View told a different story and the tip of the shadow was just poking out above a broad expanse of shadow. A stroke of luck at least to start 2021’s leg of the analemma.

A few seconds earlier this shadow would have run up to the spire of the Royal Exchange, making it look like a white tip to its dark wedge. What might have been… As it was, it’s notable only for being the last shot of 2020, the last sunny midday of an awful, unprecedented and housebound year.

Now we’re talking. Not only is this the first shadow of the winter, the solstice having been three days and a couple of hours ago, but 24th December is a notable day in the analemma in London: one of only four days in which the Sun is directly due south. So this sharp shadow points true north today.
This is best seen on the diagram I’ve included in the Details section above, but let’s see it here too:

That lowest green dot marks the southern solstice, when the Sun is lowest in the winter sky in London. This plot has it on 22nd December, as it was in 2006 when the plot was made. Each red lozenge is marks the Sun’s altitude (that is, height above the horizon) and azimuth (east-west-ness) at midday GMT (or 1pm BST) on each day of the year. This is the pattern I’m mapping, projected on the City in reverse. The 24th December sees the Sun right on the 180 degree line.
The other three days the Sun is due south, counting along the 8-shaped track, are April 14th, June 12th and August 30th. I haven’t got any of those at the time of writing, so that’s something to aim for. Got to have a goal huh.

It’d moved even less far in 24 hours. The huge dark patches around the shadow point to this being a lucky shot, with the shadow tip just about visible just southeast of the Royal Exchange.
22 hours and three minutes after this shot was taken, it was the winter solstice, with the Sun lowest in the sky. And it was cloudy, so this will remain the longest shadow of the series, unless I’m still doing this one sunny solstice in the future. The winter solstice is cause for celebration, as after its long haul south the Sun finally starts heading north again, bringing more daylight and shorter shadows. But as the long flat bottom on the graph above shows, it certainly doesn’t change very quickly. Still, if I were building a huge henge, I’d align the megaliths for this day for sure.

The shadow hadn’t moved far in four days, but then neither had I. Not much extra Googling required here, just a prt sc and on we go…
At midday on 15th December I wasn’t actually hovering on the webcam page hammering F5 like a loon – as I said before I didn’t know about this until 8th January. But as it’s the first date in the image sequence, in here it goes. This is what the full screen image looks like:

It really is a heck of a view from up there (if you know where to look, you can see where my flat is out there in shadow at centre right). The Shard isn’t tall by modern international standards, but it’s a good deal taller than anything else in London, and that’s a rarely-seen wide horizon for an enormous city.
But never mind my flat and the horizon, all I cared about was the big dark spike at centre left. The Shard looks like a gnomon at the best of times, and these, well, for this project this was the best of times. However, I still had to mark this on the map. This is less easy than a quick screen grab.
The City’s churches and towers give some clues, but they’re surrounded with nondescript low-rises with identical slate grey rooves. I can see it’s pointing straight at, yet not quite reaching, a big green glass thing, and almost exactly straight east of a white churchy thing, but this was going to require some Google Maps work.
Google Maps fortunately has a handy 3D feature, where you can pick your point of view and rotate and zoom your way around the City, all still handily marked up. So you can recreate pretty much exactly this view. I mean:

A bit more zooming and clicking and it turns out the churchy spire is the east end of the Royal Exchange Shopping Centre, and the dark green roof over the road from it (the road being called Royal Exchange), is home to Louis Vuitton and a wine bar called Oeno House. I’ve been to neither of these but I’m going to stick a blue winter marker on the map right there.
Outside this building, incidentally, is a statue of George Peabody. In 1862 he was the first ever American to be made a Freeman of the City of London. As the only other to receive the honour is Dwight D Eisenhower, it’s clear he was held in high regard for his financial acumen and later philanthropy. Even more incidentally, the housing association Peabody evolved from the Peabody Trust he founded in 1862, and is now one of London’s largest housing associations. Philanthropy is likely not the word that would spring to the lips of their tenants and shared owners, and I hope the esteemed gentleman knows nothing of the things (not) done in his name.