Lots and lots and lots of things happening, including big (but good) changes at work that have made for some very busy but enjoyable days.
Last night, though, was time for a change of pace and a slow walk from the office, through the dusky and eventually dark night-time streets, along the side of Regent’s Park and up to the top of Primrose Hill with Rich.
It’s a long time since I’ve been there, and the last time was at the height of summer – August 2005 – when I walked there in a lunch hour to have a look at the view. I was bowled over by it that time, but it’s even better at night, when the whole London skyline is lit up and laid out before you, from Canary Wharf in the east, through St Paul’s, Parliament and the London Eye and out to the western suburbs.
You can see why it was so busy up there, and people sitting on the benches at the very top were popping champagne corks to celebrate Valentines’ Day.
We followed their lead, but instead of champagne had steaming hot tea from a flask down at the foot of the hill, out of the eddies of wind, in a pool of light cast by one of the black iron lamp posts.
It was a beautiful evening, and I didn’t really feel the cold until the very end; my scarf, hat and gloves kept it out as we sat for an hour or more enjoying the view, and watching the dog walkers and their hairy little pets pass by on a never-ending loop.
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