There’s a bridge, not far from here, that helps me get from one side of the river to the other. The water it crosses is a deep green colour, unless it has been raining up in the Alps, then it is a muddy Thames brown. I like standing on that bridge. It could actually be my favourite spot in Munich. In the summer, the lush green of the banks of the river Isar clash with the Bavarian sky and about this time of year, when the trees are slowly turning, I always get a sense of something close to a perfect autumn.
I go there to have a think. I go there to review my day, my week or my month. I’ve been standing on that bridge quite a lot during the last four months.