Easter weekend

Spring
Originally uploaded by Gypsy Saskia

With friends everywhere between Somerset and New Zealand but not in London, my easter weekend is pretty quiet. Which is just what the doctor ordered, in between all these visits by friends and being away myself. One of my favourite me-time activities is going to Greenwich. Walk along the Thames, eat a crepe with lemon and sugar, see the museums and chill in the park. Even a grey day like yesterday couldn't stop me from enjoying myself. The daffodils a reminder that it is definitely spring, despite the weather gods having forgotten this.

Knackered

What a rollercoaster of activities and emotions.... One of my best friends visited me Friday to Sunday. Loads of talks as she is going through a rough time, nice dinners, Les Miserables and a long walk along the Thames. As soon as I'd dropped her off at Can Wharf, Frank was there to visit. Another walk along the Thames, a walk in Greenwich park and dinner. Twenty past nine and we were both in bed, too tired for words. Monday morning I left early to go to the Dam and I only just got back. Lovely being back in the home office. I got the best welcome possible, everyone was so excited to see me! And likewise of course. Dinner with some of the guys from the team, and an intensive meeting today.

And on the way home from the airport I had the best taxi ride ever. The old cabby was so super super friendly. He asked where I worked, and when I said London Bridge, he immediately knew the company. 'You guys are the only ones making money at the moment!' he said. Then we got into a whole discussion whether accountant or consultant was a more interesting role, both agreeing it was defo the latter. Almost home, he asked me if I was from Northern or Southern Ireland. He was not amused when I said I was Dutch, he really felt ashamed. I assured him I took it as a compliment, and really, the Irish are such lovely people you can barely insult someone with that. Finaly he gave in. We talked a bit more about accents and dialects and I was home. We then talked for another five minutes, until I really, really wanted to go inside. A lovely end to a lovely trip.

Beautiful

Sometimes I just forget how beautiful the Docklands are. On my way to and from the tube station, I like the view of the big tall buildings but that's it really. If i go for a run however, the beauty of my surroundings strikes me every time. Running along the Thames, I see the boats, the odd rower, the old City with its gherkin landmark. Running past Canary Wharf and back towards my place, there are so many ships, so many landmarks that remind of the original docklands, with the grain trade and all. The old big cranes that are no longer in use are a constant reminder of the local history. Might run to Greenwich next time, and explore another bit of this interesting part of London!