On Top of the World

Outside the Tate Modern - world's biggest Rubix Cube!

There is only one full day separating me from my return to Plymouth and student life, and I don't think I could've spent it in a better way or with a better person. Starting our walk at Charing Cross, I had my faithful London guru boyfriend Jackson with me. We wandered north and...well to be honest, I wasn't 100% sure where we ended up, but we were soon on Oxford Street, amazed by the Shakespeare-esque window displays of Selfridges - which we decided to check out, and oh man, I have never felt so cheap before, surrounded by so many floors of expensive

All the people look like ants!

clothing and perfume. It only got posher as we wandered through Mayfair, every street sporting pillar-fronted houses and a Bentley, Tesla, or Rolls Royce parked outside. But as hunger called, we returned to the Covent Garden area for a YO! Sushi....or would've, if the place we headed for was still there (which it wasn't), so we wandered over to Chinatown, picked out the place with the tastiest value for money, and went in. We were not disappointed with Gerrards (that's what they were called, as un-Chinese as it sounds), and my choice of bean-curd wrapped prawns was a definite winner. It had been our plan for most of the day to go see the view from the Shard, and after a minor setback which almost saw us returning home early, we did just that. After an hour of walking from Charing Cross to London Bridge - taking in several bridges and beautiful bits of scenery along the way - we made it. This was the icing on the cake for the day. Taken 68 floors up in the lift to the viewing platform, we were treated to a 360 degree view of the city of London. As it started to get a little darker, we went up to the Sky Garden, astro-turf, potted plants, and an open roof. I'm sure we

weren't meant to stay longer than half hour, but it was 7pm and we were

Evening sunrays over the city

sipping slightly expensive plastic flutes of Malbec when we realised this. Needless to say, we didn't make much haste in leaving, staying another half hour to watch the city light up a little more before descending again to street level and finding our respective trains home. As this was the last time I'd see Jackson - or London - again for few weeks, I was understandably reluctant to leave. But I do have alot to look forward to when I go back though, so I guess it weighs up nicely. I probably won't get around to writing again until I'm in Plymouth now, so see you then!