Photo Story: Me & London (and that sporting event)

Growing up in North Cornwall, an hour away from the nearest decent train station, and a further four hours from London Paddington, the capital was always a far away place I only saw on telly. My mum once took me up for the day so I could see a Howard Hodgkin exhibition for my A-Level art project (a very fond memory) and the thought that I could get there and back in a ten-hour-round-trip amazed me. I could be in London by lunchtime! Even as a recent graduate spending most of my time around Shad Thames, the place was still other-wordly and magical to me.

And everytime I go there I get that same thrill, even though it's every two months or so and usually for work. I don't want to live there (Bath's too lovely, thanks). I'd simply rather remain a spellbound tourist in awe of the architecture, history, culture and ceremony. Last weekend I spent a fantastic couple of days in London that I'll never forget, thanks to my boyfriend's canny organisation and Olympic ticket-buying skills. This is what I saw.