This map shows the location of Tori's friends in London, though of course all the roads are invisible under twenty metres of snow. The distances seem much greater when you are struggling on foot through a blizzard.
This is the north side of Bézier, facing Old Street roundabout. Tori lives on the tenth floor (snow level) round the other side of the building, facing south.
Most of the time it must be too trafficky to enjoy the balconies; of course in Ice Diaries traffic is a thing of the past.
Tori's flat in Bézier
The floorplan of Tori's flat in Bézier, facing south. She sleeps in the living room, her bed partitioned off by stacks of firewood. She keeps stores in the bedrooms.
View from a flat in Bézier
This photo is taken from a tenth floor flat in Bézier; Tori's view would have no low-rise buildings showing and a great deal of snow.
(Bézier's manager very kindly showed me around and let me take photographs.)
A statue that sticks out of the snow
This statue is south of Bézier where Tori lives. I think she's wrong in saying it's Victorian - it looks 20th century to me.
Most Victorian buildings are covered, apart from the odd church steeple or decorative tower (near me is a guy standing on a globe shading his eyes – he looks rather surprised).
Tribal tattoo designs
For anyone not familiar with tribal tattoos (the sort Morgan has on his back) here are a few designs . . .
This is the inspiration for Tori's favourite notice (on the staircase that leads to the shops) by a now-defunct Nina-type...
The flats are real, and the staircase exits next to the supermarket as in the story; I sneaked in to have a look around.
Britain under snow
A NASA photograph of a snow-covered UK in 2010.
Greg's baby rat Rosie looks like this one.
I said, “He’s so sweet! Can I hold him?” “She’s a she,” Greg said, putting the rat in my hands. “I found her in Argos. She was lost. I don’t think Nina would like her at the dinner party, so don’t let her see. I couldn’t leave her behind on her own all evening.”
Sewer rats are genetically indistinguishable from pet rats or laboratory rats. (Photo by Victor Maltby)
This is a view of the Gherkin looking up from close to.
It's big . . .
A snowmobile made by Ski-doo. I've never been on one, and rather wish I had.
Morgan said to me, “The police use Glocks. They’re semi-automatic. Fantastically reliable, work when they’re filthy or freezing, won’t go off if you drop them. Just point and shoot – pulling the trigger deactivates the safety catches.”
This is a Waitrose token. Waitrose cashiers give you one as you leave, and you choose which local charity to support by putting it in one of three see-through boxes. In Ice Diaries Randall Pack's commune in Strata uses them as currency.
You have to imagine it less pristine, with snow obscuring the sloping window and a workshop set up on the left of the picture.
I did so much research on Strata I feel as if I've lived there.
Beneath the tunnel of the central turbine
An extraordinary space right beneath the turbines, the underside of the tunnels housing them resembling dinosaurs’ ribcages. I pointed this out to Morgan, and he said the ribs would be running the other way, and I said he was being pedantic.
Strata's central wind turbine
The turbine tunnel is nine metres in diameter, and at 148 metres above street level. In this photo you can't see the access hatch or the six spotlight windows.