March 27th, 2014
There I was, walking through Green Park in central London just the other day. Swans were gliding, buds were sprouting, tulips were boasting. Not hard to take, especially after our interminable winter. I love London, always have. Even in March, the streets around Parliament are bursting with tourists from all over the planet, everyone gawking at Big Ben and soaking in the history, popular versions of which have been serialized for television. We’ve all seen the Tudors and so one half expects Henry VIII to round the corner with his latest bride in tow. Well not really, but you know what I mean. The city is alive with a strong sense of its imperial past, no escaping it.