I rush from work straight to the heart of the city to mix with the tourists, bankers, millionaires, buskers, and every day workers. I love going to the city.
I met my son and his mum at wharf number 4 and we just let our feet take us anywhere. We didn’t care as long as we found something to eat. The sun was retreating behind the city sky-line however its last orange explosion still had a fierce burning edge so we headed towards the west side of the Quay and dropped in to Rossini’s for dinner.
When you’re in the heart of the city you know you’re living. People of all shapes and sizes scamper in every direction making their way home and what a way to go home, by a lazy ferry ride across the harbour. You know it’s real in the city and the thing I like is that everything is king size.