here is a couple of benches I always return to, both of them small and otherwise unremarkable pieces of urban street furniture, one overlooking a strip of grass and an indifferent sky and the other at the intersection of brutalist concrete design and an ancient waterway, both in a city, a city that no matter what (even the fact I no longer live there) always is my spirtual home and birth place(London). For most of my formative years, right up until my 4th decade, these benches were my anchor, places to stop, think and be inspired, a hopes and dreams launchpad if you will.