I was working last night/this morning by St. Pauls and came home via Strand,Trafagar Sq & Buck Palace. Flags,seatstands and barriers everywhere. Would stay away if i were you.
London snuggled up to the crowds yesterday; the whole atmosphere seemed warm - from 'tourists' getting their photographs taken with a soldier or two, to the sharp shadows indicating a day flooded with sun. Low in the sky, it trickled through the leaves like syrup through suet crumbs - making for a sweet day...
"Hey...where am I? That's not reporting a ride, that's cod prose!"
Actually, I headed out of town first thing, started off for Cardiff if you like, past the pond at Harefield etc but it was cold. I was also learning to ride a bike again, as I haven't changed gear since a few months ago..I kept fearing an 'off' every time I stopped pedalling - silly really, but the power of 'muscle memory'...(at least there's some left
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And it was a bit 'brisk' - how you say "ffffing ffreezing first fing"
So, I followed the sun a bit later and ended up at the usual meeting place. Sages were shouting themselves into a frenzy at Speaker's Corner, throngs of walkers dawdled through the Park. Banks of Boristas pedalled their way hither and thither - all the while, the sun working its magic, creating warmth and shape.
It felt good in London yesterday; the usual bustle overlaid with the day of Remembrance...there was a 'lone piper' busker in Trafalgar Square...oddly symbolic. He stopped from time to time, harvesting the silver from his battered case, then stood to attention and resumed a reel or so...The National gallery frontage is becoming, or has become a Covent Garden II, where body popping takes its place alongside the ubiquitous golden sprayed, perched people on plinths - the statuesque ones who just pose, and get money. (Are you listening, Davy?
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At the going down of the sun...I left.
(Forgot to take a camera too, damn it.)
No 5 is the Royal Marines Memorial - in case @
Chrisz pops in...