London- memories

It's been hot here lately. London killed all my abilities to deal with heat. The years we lived there left me with little resistence to anything over 30 degrees. I mean, if it got above 20 I would consider it down right tropical. So now, the heat kills me. I don't like it. I would actually prefer it to be raining.

I loved London. More than I thought I would. It was probably the timing. Em and I were both working, younger, keen on travel. But I enjoyed London.
Walks from our door to the High street, further afield to Avery park, or connecting some of the South East London Green Chain walks, heading to Blackheath to check out the Sunday markets and grab a beer.
I liked their charity shops, going into Greenwich for a look around, trips into the city. Drives out to Kent to go rock climbing or mountain biking, too many beers after work and catching the last train home. Snowboarding hiolidays druing term break, delicious chippy's on a Sunday afternoon. riding or running to work on cold winter mornings. The changing seasons on vivid display all around. The mass of humanity everywhere. The feeling that you were in the centre of the world. The isolation you could still feel.

You can look at things through very rose tinted glasses. We left London for very good reasons, each of which still stand today.

It is good to be able to look back at 5 years of your life with a real fondness and happiness. A part of one's life well lived.

Rose tinted or not.