London is a great city. It has everything that you could possibly want and more. It’s a place where magic happens, where the lights twinkle with mischief. The hustle and bustle of the streets give me comfort at times. The sounds make me feel like I’m not so alone. And around every corner there is a new little street to explore. This photo was taken on an adventurous day out with two of my most favourite people in the world. It was a day that the three musketeers got together, to laugh, be merry, explore and eat till we were rolly pollies! These two get me. They get all my quirks, my oddball tendencies and my OCD habits. They let me be when I need to be, they console me when I need to be consoled and they laugh at my ridiculously silly jokes. Sometimes I do feel quite alone in such a big city as London. But on this day I never felt more happier, nor more alive. As they cuddled along the Thames, and stole secret kisses when they thought I wasn’t looking (my peripheral vision is stellar), I waddled along taking pictures to my hearts content. And they just stood around and let me take hundreds. Not one sigh of annoyance uttered their lips. Not one bored eye-roll. I don’t think they know this, but I loved that they did that for me. Showed enthusiasm with my obsession of photography. To almost anyone else, I would not have received such kindness. Such warmth. I really appreciated it that day. As the three musketeers pottered along the Thames I thought of how happy I was in that moment in time. How my two favourite people lit a spark of affectionate ember towards each other a few months prior. And in turn, that ember kindled the warmest of fires that is still going strong to this day. It makes me a believer when I see them. As they say, behind every photo is a story. And the story of this photo is that of friendship. A strong bond that is formed between people. It is very much like the bridge you see before you. A strength to carry the weight of many, to support, and to bridge the gap between two. And as the last photo was taken, the three musketeers waddled off together towards the twinkling lights of London.