Now, I know I've lived in East Anglia for nearly thirty years, but London has always been my city.
It's where I was born, where I did all my growing up. It's in my bones. It puts a fizz in my blood like nowhere else in the world.
And it has its moments of sheer, unexpected surprise.
This looks like the interior of any church, looking out towards the garden, right?
But it isn't. Because this is St Dunstan in the East, in the heart of London, and this photo was taken from the outside looking in
The tiny church, bombed beyond reasonable repair during WW2, has been turned into a city garden. Instead of being demolished for redevelopment, it is now a small oasis surrounded by office blocks
I love London.
PS - thanks to Fiona Harper for directing my feet there