My balcony
My bedroom is on the top floor of my house (a sort of attic room) and it has french windows which lead onto a balcony. The view is amazing (if you block out Sainsburys carpark and squint a bit) and as I live in the North, on a hill, it looks down over the whole of London.
Last year when it was really hot, I used my balcony in order to tan, read and chill out - I figured that by the nature of it being outside and exposed it would be fairly redundant in the winter.
To my surpass though, just recently I have started to get very attached to it in the middle of the night. I suffer quite badly with insomnia and its nice to know that you are not alone as late night trains rattle past and hundreds of lights blink at you from the city.
I think I am becoming a slightly familiar local mad-woman standing in the dark in my nightie and my brothers fleece, counting the stars, making wishes and chain smoking marlboro lights...