Today I am being a tourist in my home town.
London, Baby (to quote clubberlang).
I did a nice pootle along the river Thames, took way too many photos, and pootled back.
It was nice for my first 2.5k + 2.5k outside. I stopped half way to do a few stretches (I don't do much running outside and my legs were feeling the difference) and contemplate life.
I realised that there may be many rivers I have walked beside or crossed but this grey, muddy, working river, that smells of the sea, is my river. The seagulls calling and fighting, the barges, the cranes, all feel like home.
It was nice, I needed it. It's been a hard few years one way or another and just sitting on a bench in front of West India Dock made it all feel a bit better...weird how that works lol.