I love London in the summertime. You never really know what you’re going to get weather-wise in the UK, but when it’s nice, it’s genuinely beautiful. It isn’t until I get here that I realize how much I miss dappled lawns, ancient trees, cool breezes, playful fountains, and birds chirping. And although Londoners will rush by you (they’re always in a hurry), they’re quick to chat and laugh when engaged. It’s a genuine friendliness that I find refreshing.
There’s just something about this old, yet futuristic city that draws people from around the world. It certainly draws me again and again. It’s no wonder that two of my upcoming books have this barking, brilliant city as their backdrop. How does that old saying go? If you’re tired of London, you’re tired of life.
I can’t imagine ever being tired of London. Enjoy your summer.