I am a traveller exploring the Earth and enjoying its fruitiness and finding its quirks.
Published March 24th 2014
When I first moved to London I was absolutely terrified. My second day in London I wet to Oxford Street. I had never felt such a flow of human traffic. Unable to break from the crowd I ended up in the circus of Primark. This was an absolute nightmare. After finally navigating my way out to a side street I caught my breath. But what if this was the only solitude I could get in this crazy city? Temporary peace before a herd of school kids trampled my shopping bags. It was true, there was no escape from this hustle and bustle. The cramped tube carriages, never-ending queues and this standing room only life would never end.
Blatantly I was wrong. I just hadn't been shown this secret of London. The thought of tranquillity and solitude in one of the world's largest city seemed impossible. But then I was there. Greenwich Park. My London sanctuary.
When I first got off the overground to Greenwich I was gobsmacked. Greenery was there. None of these town planned parks, and I was only just outside of central London. We strolled along to the park, which was filled with squirrels, trees and the leaves from fall. It was exactly what I needed and what a lot of people in London need - that breath of fresh crisp air. We had a picnic packed and we climbed up to the top of the hill. We laid down our rug and began the feast. Cold breeze on my neck, fresh air and a beer to my lips. This was the escape I needed.
The tranquillity on the top of the hill starkly contrasted with he view of Central London. Being just that bit out of the thickness of the smog made you remember to breathe and brought you back down to Earth.