I was by The Thames outside the National Theatre.  I had been hoping to see this year’s Landscape Photographer of the Year competition…  but the NT was closed!  So given it’s only got a couple of weeks to run, I don’t think I’ll make it this year.

The Thames was somewhere close to low tide (I’m guessing), and there was a bloke patiently walking the sandy banks with his metal detector, frequently stopping to examine what was causing his machine to ring out.  I imagine that this is a very… very lonely hobby.  If you have a dog though, you are never alone.  The dog seemed quite happy either sitting, lying down or attacking its squeaky ball.