Last night saw me at home on my couch, Gin and Tonic in hand, TV on, in fully-fledged slob mode by 9pm. One thing about me – one flaw, I am inclined to say – is that I am unbelievably lazy. Any opportunity to bum around doing nothing but trolling social media and watching movies... I’m there. It is perhaps the biggest difference between me and my boyfriend, Jesse, who is especially active. A get-up-and-seize-the-day kind of guy. This difference of personality has become increasingly apparent since we started living together 6 months ago. I want to sleep in, he wants to get up and make the most of life. I want to have down-time on holiday, he wants to do activities. To be honest, his tendencies tend to be much more sensible than mine, but that is thing about being inherently lazy... doing nothing seems, at the time, the best way to enjoy life.
We have started to balance each other about a bit, but I still have moments when I grudgingly drag my feet a bit as we go off on one of Jesse’s suggested adventures to enjoy the world we live in. As much as I try to be an optimist, he actually is one.
So last night at 9pm, Jesse was inspired to go on one such adventure, and I slipped into one such exasperated mood, sorry to be leaving my Gin and Tonic and Big Bang marathon. Turns out – as it always does – Jesse was right, I was wrong. We headed to London Bridge and proceeded to walk the length of London’s Southbank as far as Big Ben.
I have to say, dusk is my favourite time of day; that magical window of time when the sun has gone down but the sky has a lingering light, like the world can’t quite decide if it’s ready to say goodbye to the day. At the moment, midsummer London isn’t getting dark until around ten, and dusk plays out slowly over about an hour and a half. It was a phenomenally beautiful time to wander along the Thames, seeing the transition from Friday after-work drinking hour to the nightlife this city is famous for. The tourists heading home for the night, the Londoners heading out. It sure did make for spectacular photos.
Workers head home under London Bridge after drinks at the pub
Lights start to twinkle out of the Shard’s windows, high above Southwark Cathedral
A couple stroll arm-in-arm down a busy riverside alleyway
Orange light and blue sky (plus a seriously great strutter coming my way) makes for a pretty magnificent view across Millennium Bridge, looking toward the majestic St Paul’s Cathedral
This pub, The Anchor, has been standing at London Bridge for over 800 years. Despite the Nandos in the background (really?! Go home Nandos) it’s a popular haunt for London locals after work
The Swan, a beautiful building right next to Shakespeare’s Globe has the most beautiful small-paned windows
Soft purples and yellows of London at dusk
A few remaining walls of one of Medieval London’s most prominent and lavish buildings, Winchester Palace, are lit up amongst the modern structures around it.
Riverside colours reflect on the quietly trickling Thames
We stumbled upon some sort of fire-dancing, bongo-drumming, substance-smoking festival taking place on the exposed river of the Thames and it was such a sight to witness
A fire dancer does his thing
Mohawks and Doc Martins, this guy was one to watch
Big Ben looms over Westminster Bridge, from which a couple of girls pause to absorb the view
Looking back toward a very red London Eye from Westminster Bridge
Big Ben and city lights on Friday Night. London, I love you.