Smoke was billowing in the distance. It was either a very serious barbecue in celebration of the relative warm day or it was a serious fire. Either way, the smell of the wood was captivating and complimented the sensory experience. My eyes were preoccupied with the sun setting in the distance and from this height, it was even more spectacular than what it was when I admired it from behind the wheel of my annoying but reliable car.

The couple jabbered away in what I assume was Hindi and the elderly man caressed his camera as he took snap after snap on his high end SLR. I couldn't blame him. The cars looked infinitesimal, crawling like ants in the usual traffic at 7pm. The white of the headlamps contrasted the beaming red of the brake lights travelling in the opposite direction. It was mesmerising to look down on those monster trucks as if there size meant nothing.

They say that these hills were made from the rubble left over from the recreation of Wembley stadium. Whether or not it was true, I marvelled at the idea that something so worthless could possibly make up these humble hills. From this vantage point, everything looked beautiful, even the horrendous yellow of the McD's sign in the distance.

As the middle aged man ran back down the middle hill, I realised that this was probably part of his daily workout. Perhaps this was his first day and he would quit after the screaming of his muscles after completing the ascent and descent several times. Either way, it reminded me of the mounting list of things I needed to do, of them being heading back to the gym after my short term occultation.

The sky was a hazy pink, tinged with hues of grey and blue. Time to head back before it became a conglomerate mass of navy, patterned with the odd star.