![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Behind that stand the Cheesegrater and the Walkie-Talkie and the Gherkin, the big new skyscrapers with their funny little nicknames. I see the old Port of London Authority Building, which is now home to a fancy hotel, but was once responsible for the comings and goings of ships all the way up and down the Thames. I hurry up the stone spiral staircase by the Flint Tower, the London skyline bright with lights and winking behind me. There’s that hum-the sound of the city awakening. Tower Bridge Road, Fenchurch Street, London Bridge. I can already hear the lorries and the white vans and the early morning commuters coming into town. And if things go wrong, things can go badly wrong. There’s always that niggling concern that something might have gone wrong overnight. I get dressed in the dark and head straight out the door. ![]()
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