Then later today while walking home, I stopped as I was crossing Battersea Bridge. Soaking up the view looking down the river towards Putney and watching the houseboats peacefully bobbing up and down ever so slightly and wondering what life would be like on the water. Normally I look towards Albert Bridge (still my favourite bridge in London) but on this occasion the light drew me the other direction and something about the photograph said so much more than words.
It is London at its best, so much going on in such a small area. So many different styles of property, endless traffic and the river holding the city together, the only thing I think I am missing is the noise of the big smoke.
