My god Greenwich is cute. Described as both a must-see for tourists whilst simultaneously slated as a terrible tourist destination by indecisive people, its a beautiful village. I loved the obsession with selling ‘Traditional British Food’. We sweated about gobbling chips and chinese food in the sunshine and followed it up with ice cream, and then attempted to launch our food-filled selves up a hill (this occurred in stages).

We stopped halfway up the hill to the observatory and somewhat famous meantime line. Looking at the pointy towers of canary wharf looks brilliant, and makes you realise how both central and distant you are at once.

Hadn’t done one of these in a while – here’s my July in 60 seconds. In which I learn sewage history, use Tweetdeck in Starbucks, see Burlesque boobs, and go to Shoreditch.