I make no secret of the fact that a huge part of my heart belongs to London. I was born there, my ancestry is there and, weirdly, the office I work in is just a few doors down the road from where my relatives used to live 200 years ago! What are the chances of that eh?
Despite the fact that I work there Monday-Friday, an ideal weekend for me involves being back in the City. Whether it’s walking along the side of the Thames, having dinner with views of incredible architecture, or sinking a few drinks in any of the numerous bars and pubs dotted around its streets, London really is a love of mine and I don’t think that will ever change.
Being a commutable distance, and having the responsibilities of animals at home, it’s not often I embark on an overnight stay in the Capital, but two of the most recent times I have, I’ve stayed at Clink 78 in one of their brilliantly quirky converted prison cells.