I like London.
Went down for a couple of days, and enjoyed it, visited the Tate and the V&A, and I enjoyed getting drunk in the Churchill Arms on Friday night. But it was hot, the air was dense with traffic fumes, and sitting on a crowded tube next to a young mum holding a screaming baby felt like an audition for some associate-level of hell.
Back in the north now it’s still hot, the sun is shining and the sky is blue, but I can feel the breeze coming off the North Sea.
I know which I prefer.