50th floor

It's a long way up. 50 floors. The highest office block in Europe. Only dwarfed in the big smoke by a few swanky pads at the top of the Shard, including that of my own (...).

As the lift shoots up in seconds flat it's your ears that give it away, a journey higher than, on some days, the clouds. I still whoop at the view to my right in this picture of the city, today resplendent in its warm sunny coat of perfect light. London, flat as a pancake, just stairs up at you with its years of development, old and new all blending together into a picture that hides the turmoil that it took to get it to what it looks like today.

Today proved that you actually can have a board room where, with uninterrupted views across the whole of the City and way beyond, you can never be bored.

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