Last weekend was one of the loveliest Sunday's London has seen in a fair while.
I think us British react in a very strange way when we hear there's meant to be sunshine. The sun? You mean that glowing ball of fire that occasionally peeps out from behind the clouds and that graces us with it's warm shimmering rays from time to time?
As soon as the weather forecast announces a temperature above 12 degrees celsius we all rejoice, whip out the factor 50, dash to the supermarket to purchase every remnant of BBQ worthy food and don ourselves in scantily glad attire to bare our pasty, white skin to the outside world for the first time in 6 months.
I honestly saw a woman two weekends back, dressed in a bright red bikini and a matching visor rubbing sun lotion into herself in Richmond Park, where it was little more than 16 degrees.
Anyway, her lobster red bikini is not the sole thing I was planning on informing you all about today. (Unless you guys wanna talk about that kinda thing then I will totally go with it).
I wanted to tell you about my sunny adventures along on the South bank with Charly and Alexa.
When we heard about the sunny weather, we didn't dash to the supermarket and buy BBQ food, or smother ourselves in sun lotion along with the rest of the British population. No, we decided the sunlight and the warmth would be a great day for a chat and a little walk along the South bank with film cameras.