Ten Miles of London

Yesterday I found myself back in London, with a plan to wander about looking for more of the painted elephants that are currently making an appearance around the capital. Unfortunately, I am this trip, without my map, but I’ve done this a few times now so I didn’t think there would be a problem following my nose. There wasn’t really, the problem was with the direction my nose was pointing in the first place so I found myself in an estate with flats and a little park. But lost is not necessarily bad as I happened on a canal full of barges and the like. Little Venice it seems – I didn’t even know the place existed. Even better, there was a floating café who sold me a cup of tea and managed to direct me back to a place where I was less lost – effectively back where I started

 

Apart from bagging a few elephants, I passed a few interesting things, a totum pole based on the seven ages of man in Blackfriars, India house (I’ve walked past it before but never thought to look up at that moment), the spectacular, even obscenely rich  Oratory of St Philip Neri, and unashamedly cute duckling, bandaged trees linked to the Maison Martin Margiela (?, me neither) exhibition on the Embankment and a knitted Moomin. This was accompanied by an exceptionally large custard doughnut and a cup of McDonald’s tea (a Kensington McDonald’s cup of tea mind you). By the time I’d trudged my way to Victoria for my bus I was truly uncomfortable of the foot (plural) and much relieved to have a timeslot before the bus just the right size to slot a pint of good old Black Sheep best bitter into. No great time to stand and type as this machine is playing up with MSN so have to dash round to the library where I have some internet time booked – hopefully get this posted and a great pile of pictures. Catch up with you all on Thursday when I shall once again be bobbing up and down on the ocean.