Night walking...

(In a high tech moment, if you have spotify, I've even got a suggested soundtrack to this post here)

So it's half one in the morning. Inspiration sometimes strikes at the oddest of times. However eloquence tends to fail me at this hour, so I apologise for being unable to articulate what I want to say. I've just walked back from a housewarming party, and ended up sat on my doorstep for half an hour, listening to Death Cab for Cutie (hence the suggested soundtrack) and watching the world go by.

I love nighttime. There's something wonderfully peaceful about it. One of my favourite things to do is walk along listening to music. I like the way that it blocks out all other noise, playing a soundtrack to my walk.

Firstly I love listening to music through headphones. You hear everything. It seems personal. Nobody else is hearing it - only you. Certain music just has to be listened to that way.

Secondly I love to walk. At night it's much quieter. Less cars, less people. The pace of life is slower. I notice things I've never seen before, even in areas I walk through regularly. Like I'm seeing the world through different eyes. Cities look beautiful at night - the streetlight gives a different atmosphere to them. The rhythm of a place changes after dark. Walking and watching inspires me to write more.

My favourite places in Bristol at night are the top of Nine Tree Hill, and down by the Scout Hut on the harbour. I don't know why but I could sit there for hours. I guess both are slightly cut off from the busier areas, so you feel like you're observing something from the outside.

I should probably go to sleep and stop waffling now... Here endeth the late night slightly philosophical post. I'll be back to blogging about cooking or music soon.