As we all know, it has been the most glorious week. The skies have been clear and the sun bright. Granted, it has been a little chilly outside of direct beams of sunlight, but it has been the sort of weather which makes me smile to myself as I'm walking, which in turn means that people smile back (they think you're smiling at them, it gets a bit awkward if you don't actually know said people, but hey, it's sunny and so smiling is nice)
And yesterday I enjoyed the sun in the best possible way. I'd finished work, and was planning a rather mundane afternoon of walking home, waxing (bikini and eyebrows) and packing (for my HOLIDAY!!) and then an early night (starting work at the dreaded hour of 4am).
And then Mini rang. And was in Waterloo. And I was in Waterloo, and so it was too good a coincidence to pass by, and we had to meet. Now, if you do not know Waterloo, it is a maze. You only have to look at the vicinity to get lost. There are exits and entrances hidden away, there is the Eye and the bridges, National Theatre and Royal Festival Hall, the river and some grass...
I am smug in my uncanny knowledge of the area. Poor Mini was not. After 20mins I finally spotted her (she was wearing red, and I suddenly got a sense of being part of a real life, giant Where's Wally). I was on the balcony outside The Royal Festival Hall. She was down by the water. We finally managed to both be on the balcony, with chilled glasses of white wine, sunglasses and a direct view of the river and the sunset. Perfect.
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Friday, 23 April 2010
Friday, 22 January 2010
Walking
It seems that on my race to become an OAP (see earlier post regarding soup) I have also become a fan of a walk.
I remember, when Lucy and I were younger, and happily playing in a warm bedroom, when the parents would utter the dreaded words "Let's go for a walk". Our hearts would sink, and grudgingly we would pull on our shoes, and step out into the cold, normally wet day and trudge along for what felt like hours. And Lucy and I would conspire to never force our children to do the same.
And yet, 15years on, and I have become a devoted fan of the walk. And recently have started walking home from work.
It all began one day when I was terribly tired, but had to stay up, and could not have coffee (as it prevents me from sleeping later on). And the only activity that suitably appealed was the brainless activity of walking. And so I walked. Along to Waterloo. And then down towards the Imperial War Museum, past the Oval Cricket Ground and down the rather beautiful Kennington Road.
And suddenly I was nearly home.
It has now become an almost daily routine (unless I am of course in a hurry, or it's raining, or I have too much to carry - don't get me wrong - given any excuse, and I am happy to jump on the tube).
And as I walk along, I realised that London really is a beautiful place to live. So often I am whizzing past on the bus, reading a magazine, or sitting underground on the tube. But as I walk home I am passing the London Eye, Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament. I get to cross the Thames, and walk over historic bridges.
Sometimes it takes simple things to make us stop and slow down. But I am so glad that recently I have started to do just that.
I remember, when Lucy and I were younger, and happily playing in a warm bedroom, when the parents would utter the dreaded words "Let's go for a walk". Our hearts would sink, and grudgingly we would pull on our shoes, and step out into the cold, normally wet day and trudge along for what felt like hours. And Lucy and I would conspire to never force our children to do the same.
And yet, 15years on, and I have become a devoted fan of the walk. And recently have started walking home from work.
It all began one day when I was terribly tired, but had to stay up, and could not have coffee (as it prevents me from sleeping later on). And the only activity that suitably appealed was the brainless activity of walking. And so I walked. Along to Waterloo. And then down towards the Imperial War Museum, past the Oval Cricket Ground and down the rather beautiful Kennington Road.
And suddenly I was nearly home.
It has now become an almost daily routine (unless I am of course in a hurry, or it's raining, or I have too much to carry - don't get me wrong - given any excuse, and I am happy to jump on the tube).
And as I walk along, I realised that London really is a beautiful place to live. So often I am whizzing past on the bus, reading a magazine, or sitting underground on the tube. But as I walk home I am passing the London Eye, Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament. I get to cross the Thames, and walk over historic bridges.
Sometimes it takes simple things to make us stop and slow down. But I am so glad that recently I have started to do just that.
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