London for work and pleasure

London for work and pleasure

Absurdly and unexpectedly, London was the pick me up I needed after the failed “relaxing holiday” in Bali.

I managed to spend some real time with a close friend I sorely miss, we took a lazy jet-lagged walk along Brick Lane and the flower market, then chased a very special Thames-bank sunset.

Then for two nights I checked into a shoebox hotel room by myself for work and wandered around Oxford Street and Soho in the evenings to recharge.

In the middle of a bustling city I managed to be very blissfully alone, barely take notice of the crowds and enjoy the festive lighting.

By the time I got back to Bristol, then Edinburgh, I was ready for the holidays.