... as exhausted runners ran down the Mall,
uplifted by spectator support,
the end in sight.
The VJs hadn't intended to watch the Marathon.
When they booked a short break to London a few months ago,
they were unaware that this year's race was set to take place on 13th April.
So, on Sunday they went with the flow,
joined in with the crowds and enjoyed the atmosphere.
They watched the first man power home and cheered for Mo.
She felt the euphoria of the crowd and had a tear in her eye.
They left the masses for a while and lazed in the gardens,
the clapping and cheers a constant in the distance.
They lunched in Paternoster Square and then headed up to the roof terrace of
One New Change for a different perspective of the city.
From the Golden Jubilee Bridge, they watched more runners ...
... and then descended to the road to cheer them on.
Young and old, they passed by, in their hundreds, many in obvious pain.
She was overwhelmed and humbled by their courage and sheer determination.
Just over a mile to the finish line.
They saw runners dressed as rhinos, Spiderman,
Minions, clowns, carrying all manner of 'extras',
men in tutus, couples holding hands vowing to finish together,
some laughing, some crying.
They shouted for Dave, Mick, Diana and Iva, spurring them on.
They high fived.
They were so glad they were there.
She even quietly whispered she would quite like to give it a go ...
It was the perfect end to a weekend spent being proper tourists.
They allowed Little Man two choices ...
and so 'endured' a very crowded Science Museum again,
followed by the Tower of London ...
The last time she saw the Crown Jewels she was just nine years old.
She had forgotten just how astoundingly beautiful they are.
Priceless bejeweled crowns, tiaras, orbs and swords.
Solid gold tableware and the enormous Royal Punch Bowl -
one of the most amazingly extravagant items she has ever seen.
And then, there was the Armoury, which fascinated Little Man ...
he stared in wonder at the many silvered suits,
the artillery and the instruments of torture.
The half timbered buildings on Tower Green stand in stark contrast
to the spire of The Shard rising skywards behind.
These were one of just a handful of buildings in the vicinity
to survive the Great Fire of London in 1666 ...
They paid their obligatory visit to the Tate Modern,
to see how the expansion is coming along and play in the Turbine Hall!
The city was busy, noisy and crowded ...
sharpening their lazy senses,
colourful, joyous and exciting.
they were jostled as they walked,
they were squashed onto tube trains
and divebombed by pigeons.
But their hotel by the river was a peaceful haven
with a far reaching view of harbour and skyline ...
... and in the morning they were enveloped by a crimson sunrise.