I’m homeward bound on the Thames, having gone on one of my longer walks today. This morning I suddenly felt a hankering to go up to the south bank: I was feeling rather dramatic, and thought I’d check out the Globe. I took the tube to Southwark and made for the river. But I then turned left there instead of right, so I went in the opposite direction to the globe. Nonetheless, apart from the crowds, it was still a great walk. The city, it’s life and variety, still captivates me: I love how places like the south bank and Stratford are only tube rides away, waiting for me to explore. It is a world city, and world of a city; a vast maelstrom spread organically out, pockets of awesome like the dome or the globe just waiting for one to find. To me, London is an endless adventure, the broad river running through it, waiting to ferry me home.