10-hour bus ride from London, I still have not seen any billboard mentioning the name of the city, as if it's hidden or maybe because of limited lights in the dark night. The bus crossed a river with mediaeval bridge accompanied by others bridge friends beside it. Fascinating! How these human-made bridges connected the two distinct parts of the city? Quite sure they are old but not old enough to beat the age of those running water underneath. 

Upon my first couple of steps, I met a running clock, his body was static, but his two clock hands were relentlessly ticking in a circle - as if an urgent matter was lying over the city. Reminds me of a magnificent clock on Merchant Tower. This tower overpowered the main road of the city. Its beige sandstone body obstructed the main road and forced passengers to glorify its beauty. 

I sat on a bench with a fallen tree. The leaves fall as a sign of deterioration. She was mumbling but I could hear it clearly on how frustrated she is towards the city. She has been there long enough to witness the growth of it, from war to the industrial era and now working towards urbanisation, however most of it cost nothing but harm to mother nature. She barely survived with pavements covering her roots and yet human demands fresh air from her tiny leaves. 

Posters and advertisements are everywhere to emphasise the Net Zero Ideology. Gladly this city connects people around the world to talk about this urgency. Two weeks of parade, conference and discussion hopefully could reach out to the ignorance of this harm that we are living.