I was told to meet at London Bridge at 15:00 on Friday 19th July and to bring an overnight bag. It was for a surprise to say thank you for all of the days that I was home alone whilst Patch was working away on the Cricket World Cup.
What I wasn’t prepared for was a room with a view on the 42nd Floor of The Shard:
I tried really hard to shrug off my shock and suprirse, but I was genuinely overwhelmed. What a surprise. Even after a good 2-3 hours of staring out of the windows, I still couldn’t believe where I was. There was a whole lot more waiting too as it turned out we had a reservation for dinner at Hutong on the 33rd Floor.
The food was amazing.
After dinner, we headed up to the highest hotel bar in Europe, GŎNG at the Shangri-La for a few drinks.
Nothing could really prepare me for the view from the hotel room. I had time to gaze out of it for a few hours before dinner, but it was equally amazing when the light was fading and the lights of London were clicking on.
Patch had made sure I had a good view of the trains. We shared a bath whilst watching the city below us and nothing could remove the surrealness of the situation. Magical.
I watched out of the window for hours, until I eventually fell asleep. It reminded me of the time I’d stayed in the Park Tokyo Hotel in Japan, falling asleep with the slow blinking of lights on the tops of buildings and the slow light trains of the trains below.
At some point, I was woken up by the cloudy light of the morning. It had rained overnight, and I do remember opening my eyes briefly at 03:00, seeing that we were inside a low-lying rain cloud.
Breakfast on the 35th.
It was nice to be up in the clouds.