Crikey!

Thanks to elseware, a marvellous time was had by all.

Crikey!

Thanks to elseware, a marvellous time was had by all.

bliss and blisters

Spent a very pleasant couple of hours after work walking a route taking in the following points:

Holborn :(the adventure naturally started at CRUK, 44LIF), from where I headed to the statue of the Great IKB at
Temple: it was at this point that I decided it was too nice to get on the tube and headed towards
Waterloo: intending to get the train back to Southampton, but the weather was so nice that I turned left along the
South Bank: past sparkly blue and silver trees, pausing only to slip down some steps to have a look at the mud (too dark to see), before on to the
Tate Modern: where there is a strange installation in the Turbine Hall made of a great number of polystyrene boxes, reminding me of Winterspring. Over the
Millennium Bridge: because the city was all a-sparkle, especially
St Paul's Cathedral: lit up like a second moon and floating above the Thames; a gateway to
The City: intended to go to Smithfield, but was tempted by the beautiful shining glass of the financial district via
Cannon Street Station: for a quick Krispy Kreme doughnut (JOY!), and a sighting of the ancient and enigmatic
London Stone: caged and glazed at street level, pointing me towards the imposing
Bank Of England: all pale porticoes and darting bankers, but happily near to the Victorian tracery of
Leadenhall Market: which put the idea of homely Italian food into my head, and led me via the Jamaica Wine House to
The tiny tiny churchyard of half-hidden St Michael's: where I sat alone in silence, watching baby mice foraging in the moonlight before being drawn to
30 St Mary Axe: rearing it's glass polygons into the sky like some kind of futuristic fungus; on tiptoe on tiny steel feet next to
Lloyds of London: a shimmering electric blue and gunmetal corkscrew-masted galleon sailing through moonlit, inky skies a stone's throw from
Aldgate: where my feet finally gave up and I took the tube to
King's Cross: to a fantastically homespun Italian cafe (Casa Mamma, Gray's Inn Rd) for succulent Scallopine Funghetto and winks from the waiters for eating alone

I really wish I'd had my camera, but such is life.

bliss and blisters

Spent a very pleasant couple of hours after work walking a route taking in the following points:

Holborn :(the adventure naturally started at CRUK, 44LIF), from where I headed to the statue of the Great IKB at
Temple: it was at this point that I decided it was too nice to get on the tube and headed towards
Waterloo: intending to get the train back to Southampton, but the weather was so nice that I turned left along the
South Bank: past sparkly blue and silver trees, pausing only to slip down some steps to have a look at the mud (too dark to see), before on to the
Tate Modern: where there is a strange installation in the Turbine Hall made of a great number of polystyrene boxes, reminding me of Winterspring. Over the
Millennium Bridge: because the city was all a-sparkle, especially
St Paul's Cathedral: lit up like a second moon and floating above the Thames; a gateway to
The City: intended to go to Smithfield, but was tempted by the beautiful shining glass of the financial district via
Cannon Street Station: for a quick Krispy Kreme doughnut (JOY!), and a sighting of the ancient and enigmatic
London Stone: caged and glazed at street level, pointing me towards the imposing
Bank Of England: all pale porticoes and darting bankers, but happily near to the Victorian tracery of
Leadenhall Market: which put the idea of homely Italian food into my head, and led me via the Jamaica Wine House to
The tiny tiny churchyard of half-hidden St Michael's: where I sat alone in silence, watching baby mice foraging in the moonlight before being drawn to
30 St Mary Axe: rearing it's glass polygons into the sky like some kind of futuristic fungus; on tiptoe on tiny steel feet next to
Lloyds of London: a shimmering electric blue and gunmetal corkscrew-masted galleon sailing through moonlit, inky skies a stone's throw from
Aldgate: where my feet finally gave up and I took the tube to
King's Cross: to a fantastically homespun Italian cafe (Casa Mamma, Gray's Inn Rd) for succulent Scallopine Funghetto and winks from the waiters for eating alone

I really wish I'd had my camera, but such is life.