I like walking around London in the early winter evenings. It gets dark so fast and always seems so much later than it really is. I love walking around in the cold air until my hands are stiff with cold, then ducking into a coffeeshop or a pub to warm up and have a drink.
One evening I caught the tube to Tower Hill and walked across Tower Bridge as the moon rose. I walked along the river for an hour and then jumped onto a warm, bright red bus where I sat on the top deck reading someone elses discarded newspaper until I was in walking distance of home.
Another cold evening I walked around Soho, Covent Garden and Chinatown, through the seedy sex shop area, the trendy boutiques and the vivacious gay are of Old Brompton Street. I ducked into an old tudor pub to warm my hands with a glass of Christmassy mulled wine.
Another evening while exploring the Christmas market on Southbank I decided at the last second to go for a ride on the London Eye. Twenty minutes of peace in a slow moving capsule with a captivating view acrosss the city. Last time I went for a ride on the London Eye was years ago, there was just the two of us in the capsule and another couple. As soon as the doors closed the couple opened a rucksack and spread out a picnic to die for...Crusty french baguette, creamy brie, pate', olives and champagne. I recommend this as a must do for anybody visiting London!