Now the weather is more temperate, I’ve started walking to and/or from work.
In comparing this walking journey to the walk to my previous studio there are pros and cons. Actually, there is one pro, and one con, and they are the same thing.
Primrose Hill.
On the plus side I don’t have to wheeze my way up it. On the down side I don’t get to see that fabulous view as a reward for the effort.
I’ve plotted a route to the new place that takes me through many little parks and gardens. I say that like I got a map out and studied it. It was a more organic process than that. Mostly me just wandering down streets that I like the look of while travelling in the general direction of my destination. I avoid the bus route. I feel irritated and resentful if I see a bus I could be on whizzing past me while walking somewhere specific. I know this is senseless, a walk is not just a means of getting from one point to another, it’s a sensory experience, thinking time. A bus ride on the other hand, is a mask wearing torture in the close, and mixed company of all varieties of the general public. Now I have openly recognised this, I’ll give myself a talking to regarding my unreasonable resentment.
As I approach the city, I walk along the street where Charles Dickens lived. I meander down Leather Lane, I skim across the end of Shoe Lane. I really like the simple street naming convention used. I have little doubt what commerce took place there. This morning I considered that we should be grateful that not all areas in London have the tradition of street naming based on use. Soho for instance, Stripper Row, Quickie Court and Wank Square, really wouldn’t suit the up market offices, bars and eateries that occupy those streets now.
Nearer home one of my regular little parks is now, in part, a building site. The very smart racing green boards that surround the works have been graffitied, not arty graffiti, more the informational type.
Your park is going for 28 floors of luxury flats
No cameras buy your drugs here.
There’s a rude one about the quenn, they mean queen I’m sure. Rude and evidencing poor spelling skills.
Unforgivable.
fat tart 