I always feel very invigorated when I’m crossing over the Thames, I’m not sure if its the fresh air or that apart from the Thames I’ve never crossed, on foot, another river so wide. I just shiver inside with delight.
And it is always so busy.
Even when darkness is mere moments away.
Which gives great interest, I am always curious as to what other people are up to in a city as busy as London.
The view changes by the second.
I must say my boy is looking very much a cockney lad again (his mother was cockney although she’d never admit to it!). Through him I can see his ancestors working on the docks and railways, sturdy little men doing an honest days work.