So, we’ve got a poetry competition at school, where we can write about anything. Please let me know what you think. Here goes…
I could easily spend a whole week just sitting on the Southbank
Watching all the people, all these strange characters, walking about, with places to go, but somehow lost amongst the grey, coldness, but irresistible charm, of this strange area, just off the West End.
I love it.
I can see a matinee at the National Theatre (in the massive Olivier auditorium, the slightly smaller Lyttelton auditorium, or in the tiny, black box auditorium of the Cottesloe.) Then I’ll waste an hour in the bookshop, flicking through hundreds and hundreds of marvelous plays and books.
I can then go and see a film at the BFI, usually one that you’d be hard pressed to find another copy of, and bam, that’s another hour wasted in a bookshop.
After that I’ll find dinner (usually at the same place) and then just sit, the first moment of peace all day, and just watch. And I’ll watch the Thames float gently by, and the pitter patter of the light, London drizzle, and I just sit. And think. And I’ll think about anything, just to pass the time, because one day, I know that this’ll all be gone. And it’ll be office blocks and they’ll have the same greyness as the Southbank, but not the same charm. And I know, that when, eventually, it’s all gone, I’ll die a bit inside, because I feel like this is my little private space, and then I won’t know where to go, and just think, in peace.
I treasure every moment I spend there.
And I love it.