Thoughts on London

“Tired of London, tired of Life” to quote in shortened form the late Samuel Johnson, and I will certainly never be tired of London. What a city, so teeming with life. New buildings are rising at speed all around the dockland area and I’m reminded of Virginia Woolf writing about new houses rising in waves as old ones fell, in 1920s London. From our bedroom on the 9th floor of the Ibis at Canning Town we could see each morning orange-suited builders working busily on a new building next to us. 

I keep a list in my planner of places that I would like to visit and things that I would like to do in London, and as soon as I tick off an experience I add more things of which I have heard or read. This evening our friend Alison came to visit us in Cambuslang; we have not seen her for many years. She lives in Twickenham (where coincidentally we were last week) and added several interesting ideas for visits in her area of London so my London list continues to grow. That’s not all that we talked about of course, we had much to catch up on and the time flew by as we chatted.

We were chatting last night too, with Heather and Ewan, over a delicious curry at Rasoi. They have recently had a wonderful ski holiday in Ischgl with perfect weather and plenty of snow, so we had lots of adventures to discuss.

This morning James and I went for a walk along the beach at Troon. It was cool but not windy, excellent weather for a brisk beach walk. I will never tire of London, however it is also very nice to stride along the sand in Scotland with the water sparkling and the oystercatchers standing at the water’s edge.