Occasionally, however, you get forcibly reminded of quite where you are. I was coming out of Tesco this afternoon around 4:00 pm and, as I crossed the carpark, caught sight of what appeared to be the construction of a vast golden temple, glinting beyond the rooftops.
It was, of course, just the huge container derricks and cranes, gleaming in the setting sun. I had completely the wrong lens with me, so this was the best I could do. But there's a project there, which I probably owe to the city that has been my home since 1984.
Like most such projects, it's mainly a question of finding suitable places to stand.