h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Is there anything on the planet which can surpass a breezy sunny autumn day in Greenwich park, London?

I realise this is a rather subjective question. But there you are, atop the hill by the Royal Observatory, surrounded by breathless tourists and drinking in the expanse of north-east London in all its cluttered, ugly-beautiful glory. It's different from the views off Hampstead Heath, or Primrose Hill or Ally Pally - the scene has depth, perspective: you can make sense of it. The north London views are like a painted canvas, or the flat-projected image of a camera obscura. Looking out from Greenwich you can make sense of the connections between places, the organic growth of the city, its foci and branches.

Maybe its the history surrounding you, the legacy of centuries of exploration and mapping; but the mind seems more attuned to tracing the veins of the city, establishing a sense of the multitude of places which make the place.

Anyway, I'll be heading back.