So what I meant to write yesterday was...

On Saturday I continued dragging Kevin around London. I'd squeezed as much as I possibly could into the previous day but I wasn't done by any means yet. Whilst chatting with Kevin on the Friday we'd discovered a mutual love of comics and as we were looking around Forbidden Planet we found that two illustrious personages of the comics world, writer Mark Millar and penciller Brian Hitch, were scheduled to give a signing the following afternoon, so we made plans to meet up then. After the signing, at which I upheld my past principles by resolutely refusing to get anything signed only to be foiled by Kevin who had something signed on my behalf, Kevin professed to have no plans for the rest of the day so I lapsed back into tour guide mode and set about hauling him around the city once more, westwards this time, along Oxford Street, through Hyde Park, past the Albert Memorial, around the Royal Albert Hall (still one of my favourite sights of the city, particularly when it's illuminated at night) and then down to the Natural History Museum and the V&A.

Venturing past the Natural History Museum was a particularly fortuitous decision. Last summer I'd passed by there late one evening to discover an exhibition of photographs in it's gardens. I stopped to have a look round. The photos were taken by Yann Arthus-Bertrand and the exhibition is called Earth from the Air. It was supposed to have closed at the tail end of last summer, which is why I was surprised to see it still open, but it's now been extended until the end of spring.

They're amazing pictures.

Taken over a period of 10 years and spread over 76 countries it's a incredible collection of aerial photographs the likes of which I'd never seen before - images of extraordinary beauty. Go see it if you have the chance - you won't regret it I promise. For my part I was glad to get the chance to show it to someone else.

It's also responsible yesterdays ponderings. Someone spent a decade of their life achieving something incredible. Once upon a time the idea of spending a decade doing anything would have been inconceivable. But it doesn't seem so long now. And to spend it doing something you love... there are worse fates aren't there? Oh, I'm not kidding myself. After all, I don't know what to do with myself.

But I'm thinking about it.