I'm having an unexpected weekend in London which remains my favourite city in the whole world. This morning I got up promptly to take a run here. It was a beautiful morning, bright but not yet hot. My navigation is appalling so I stuck close to The Thames and took the opportunity to run across Tower Bridge. I got a sneaky rest because it was up but I enjoyed the chance to stop and watch. The paths beside the Thames were great, very easy running and plenty of fellow runners out with a nice breeze blowing off the river. It was so beautiful with so much to look at I soon felt very comfortable and happy to plod along for just short of 10k. This is probably my favourite run so far. I had to think that in January I wouldn't even have been able to run across the bridge, let alone the rest of it! I was so grateful to running this morning, it enabled me to enjoy the city in a different way.