Returning to a place that you used to call home can produce a strange emotion that seems to somehow straddle sadness and joy at the same time.

The Marshes in London offer a peaceful escape for the mind. Huge green spaces are flanked by winding paths that follow the curving canals on each side.

The Regent’s Canal is a secret, otherworldly place. It’s a place where you can step back in time in search of the ghosts of Victorian London, while barges bob gently on the canal’s silvery surface.

I’ve often said that there’s no better combination than London and the sun. People are excited, spilling out of pubs, and running around parks like little kids.

When I lived in London, I often felt like a tourist in my own city. A particularly bad day at work could be salvaged if, when walking home, I looked up and caught sight of St Paul’s Cathedral in just the right kind of light.