Every time I go back to Bristol (or home, as I still call it) on the National Express coach I go past Chelsea Bridge. In December 2013, after one such trip, I had a really strong impulse to go there and take pictures, but kept putting it off. It seemed like a great thing to do on a dark, frosty winter night (absolutely had to be a clear night); in the summer, it would be dark too late, and on a cloudy evening, it would mean the light pollution would make the skies look orange.
It has taken me all this time to get round to it! But I finally did it, and my instinct was right, because I saw the river bathed in the lights of the Albert Bridge.
I got a lovely new tripod for Christmas which helped, and also experimented with using the timer for the first time. Any deficiencies in the results are entirely due to me not being very good at technical settings still and possibly the camera itself. But I hope this will inspire you to go down there yourself.