Not all Sunny Stockwell Skies snaps capture the sunset - especially so when the silly sun decides to set ridiculously early and you are out being a Boy About Town.

I caught this one early evening, I published it the following morning.

I’ve always had an issue with timekeeping, Comrades.

I love turning a corner around my S Ldn patch, and then OH MY DAYS, another new mural has appeared.

Create without permission, as we use to say back in the day.

But I suspect that Spanish artist Sebas Velasco did seek permission before he painted his beautiful new piece of work on the side of Broadstone House along Cobbett Street, SW8.

It’s titled ‘Yves’ - a local young fella from Brixton, standing on the Brixton mainline platform.

The art may - or may not - be long for this world. It’s right at the heart of the failed South Lambeth Estate ‘regeneration.’

If Lambeth can be arsed to get its act together after more than a decade of stalling, then we may soon have another soulless, uniform development springing up soon.

Then again.

When regeneration stalls, the streets speak.

Or something.

I got lucky with the Sunny Stockwell Skies hit and miss iPhone snap this afternoon. It was dull all afternoon around SW8. These photos only really work when there is, erm, a sunset, natch.

Some errands needed to be carried out around the Stockwell Triangle. I had to head out.

A momentary glance outside the front window of the flat, and woh! We almost have a sunset. Blink and you might miss it, etc.

The timing for these saps is getting tricky. I even asked Alexa earlier what time sunset is for the Winter Solstice.

3:40pm.

SHIT THE BED.

That’s no time to end the day.

I’ll miss it when it’s gone - the daylight, and the opportunity to capture these shots outside the window.

Here we are again.

The Boy from the Country, the Boy from the City lifestyle continues to ride - for now, at least.

It wasn’t the most Sunny of Stockwell landscapes that greeted me when I touched down in SW8 this afternoon.But I’m a Transpontine optimist. I see beauty even in the SW8 drizzle.

I did the usual thing of stopping by the War Memorial Gardens for the obligatory snaps. Brian Barnes' Stockwell masterpiece is looking increasingly jaded and in need of some TLC.

The local Labour Councillors did organise a touch up and repaint around a decade ago. But the proud pictures from Stockwell’s past - historic, not Labour Councillors - are once again calling out to be tarted up.

Local government budgets means that this is highly unlikely. Sadly Brian is no longer with us to help with the effort.

You can take the boy out of Sunny Stockwell…