Waking up in the spring sunshine, stepping onto the balcony of my Nash terrace in one of London’s more exclusive squares, is a moment to savour. Until room service reminds me I have to check out. Set camera to Stun.
The architecture of London is arresting, diverse and chaotic. Baroque and Brutalist, side by side. I can’t turn a corner without snapping away. I’m a tourist who stops traffic to get the perfect view, carrying a legal disclaimer for the police (written by the police) in case anyone tries to interfere.
Just a couple of days in the capital, a surprise whistle-stop tour.
It’s so hot on Oxford Street, we buy chilled coconuts and drink the milk through a straw. Luxury in the dust! The sun sets on Soho Square, and we have to make our way back to Manchester. For all the noise and chaos, London is a difficult city to leave.