This weekend James and I headed into the city to see what we could see as part of Open House London - where London's buildings are open to the public for one weekend for free. Our original plan had been to hit up the Bank of England (in a non heist sort of a way), but a major case of oversleeping by me meant by the time we got there the queue was literally out the door, round the corner and snaking round at least two sides of the building... Next time I will definitely get up earlier!
Abandoning any chance of getting in there we carried on and found what appeared to be a relatively short, and fast moving queue which I guessed might be the queue for the Carpenters' Hall. Forty minutes later we realised the queue was neither short nor for the Carpenters' Hall, but instead for Tower 42 - the old Natwest building that was once the tallest in London. By this point we decided we'd invested in the queue, so we had to stick it out, and sometime later found ourselves on the 42nd floor looking out over the whole of London.
It was pretty epic.
I have a total obsession with climbing up tall things, for which I definitely blame my parents. I can't remember a single holiday as a child which didn't involve a trip up a church tower, castle wall, mountain or other convenient structure so this was just basically a dream. The top floor of Tower 42 is usually a champagne bar though, so I think if I were to do it again I would forget the queuing and just fork out for the bottle. That way I'd have an amazing view, and champagne - win win!