It’s amazing isn’t it how much time we spend thinking about, planning and travelling abroad for holidays and trips. It’s all about where we can get the cheapest flight to or the most exotic beach destination. Last weekend, however, I discovered something so beautiful and the best thing about it was just how close to home it is. I’ve lived in Chiswick, London for over six months now (many more to come hopefully) and much to my flatmate’s dismay, I’m ashamed to say that until this weekend I had not yet made it down to the river at all. The River Thames is right on my doorstep and snakes through the whole city, and I’ve admired it many times – from afar, from the top of the London Eye, from rooftop bars and buildings, from riverside pubs in Richmond, but I’ve never followed its banks to the district I now call home. Well, on Sunday it was a beautiful day: cold, crisp and bright. One of those days where the wind is so bitingly cold …