London isn’t somewhere I find myself desperate to return to, perhaps because it’s a far stretch from the small town surrounded by countryside where I call home. Gigantic buildings, unbearably hot underground transport and streams of people piling into every street, every shop and every bar, is a concept which actually makes me a little anxious. Don’t ask me why, because visiting busy cities isn’t something that used to bother me, but with all that goes on in the world, can you blame me? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike London by any means, it’s simply a place I tend to keep at an arm’s length. Somewhere I visit only for appointments, blogging events and special occasions. To put it into perspective, I’ve been to London four times this year, which is probably three more times than the average year.
So, where does my love for the big city come in? London is so vast and so diverse that it has something to offer absolutely everyone, and you can go there time and time again and do something entirely different on each visit. It’s not often I have a day off in during the week, but with Darryl’s twenty-second Birthday falling the day after the August bank holiday, it was the perfect opportunity to book a surprise day trip for some overdue quality time, with nothing to distract us and nothing to rush home for. Sometimes all you really need is a spontaneous and slightly disorganised day, doing nothing more than a mishmash of things which in turn create the perfect day out. And what day is complete without enough food and drink to cause something on the verge of pain, and actual sunshine with zero threatening clouds in sight? For once, English weather pulled it together. And speaking of sun, as this post goes live we’ll be sat beside a pool in Greece. Hello seven whole days of no work, no cleaning, no 6am HIIT workouts, and plenty of pina coladas… sorry, not sorry.