I just got back from Rondon, where I spent the last week staying with one of my best mates (aka. “I”) and wiling away time in a blur of prosecco, good food and even better friends, many of whom I won’t have a chance to see again before I leave. They include one couple whose wedding I will sadly miss, and another who is fleeing these grim shores to get married in America.
The photo above was taken yesterday, when it was unseasonably sunny (I guess the technical phrase for this is “hottest day of the year so far”) and so we dragged our hungover arses out for a walk. The one below is taken from one side of I’s balcony. They are lucky to have stunning veiws on both sides – one across the river, and the other towards Canary Wharf (links are to other favouirite shots of the same view). I took the photo because the sunset behind me was reflecting on the buildings and giving them an entirely inappropriate golden hue, but annoyingly I forgot my GorillaPod so it’s all a bit blurry.