walk the south bank

So a last minute decision, and we headed to The Scoop over by Tower Bridge to go to the open air cinema to see Walk The Line [think Bryant Park movies by Tower Bridge]. It was a beautiful evening and while we waited for the drawbridge [I feel so medieval saying that!] to go down, we stood on the bridge looking down the river. When we got down to the ampitheatre, it was packed. The theatre bit itself had already been shut off, and people were sitting around all on the towpath. There was no way we would have seen shit. So we gave up and decided to wander down the south bank of the Thames.

I think it was something I needed to do, something to remind me just how great London can be. It was beautiful. We - that's me, my bowling-ball-bellied pregnant friend M, and Izzy who'd twisted her ankle earlier in the day - ended up walking all the way down to Hungerford Bridge, past Waterloo. We walked up the small lane next to Charing Cross at about 11pm, eating Twister ice lollies we'd just bought in Embankment tube station and guessing who of those walking past us were headed to Heaven.