A world city

I spent most of Yesterday in London; now often referred to as a world city.

It's not difficult to understand why it should have attracted this name when you visit London. Simply travelling on the tube network one hears voices and languages from many nations. Walking past a building sight you may hear Polish, or Swahili or French or..well you get the idea.

The fine buildings, the bustle of people, the frantic activity of travellers stuffing themselves (me included) onto crowded underground train carriages all seem to indicate a vibrate economy rich in colour and culture. It is invigorating, uplifting and wearing all at the same time. It's not hard to understand how some people would live nowhere else.

I had the opportunity to view parts of London from one of the towers at Canary Wharf. The views presented were stunning and the photograph here hardly does them justice.

And yet, at the end of a busy day in London it was the fields of recently cropped wheat seen through a train window that lifted my spirits the most. As I travelled west, the warm colours of the evening sun lent a golden glow to fields of grass and stubble alike. It was the sense of space opening up and a view towards the horizon that restored my sense of calm.

So like all things, balance seems to be key to a healthy mind. From busy to quiet, from grey to colour, from noisy to peaceful.  Balance is all.