Excuse me, Mr. Wordsworth - today it's Albert Bridge.

I do love bridges oh so much - and when I am in London I have the chance to really indulge myself. And always - always! - I walk over this bridge. Of course that means a lot of walking - but who will complain on a day like this?

Will you join me? You are welcome! And don't be a coward when you see this sign: all that walking has kept us fit and slim.

And the beautiful painted bridge pillars look quite solid to me.

But of course I must ask you to put your sneakers on, as so many of you want to march across my absolute favourite bridge. Ah, and please remember: break step!

 Glorius sight!

 I LOVE when engineers start to become poetic! (I once even loved... - but that's another history).

 So this is Albert Bridge. (A German friend of mine thought it necessary to correct my pronunciation of "Albert" - there are two versions, I know - but as my dear late father's name was Albert, too, I pronounce him with the German accent, and 'Albert Bridge' stubbornly with an English accent - correct or not. ..)

You feel a bit tired? Oh no - just think of what I plan to do with you in my next post - we'll walk through Battersea Park, Oh yes, we'll do...